L Hotel De Ville
Natalie waited for him at a café in the Latin Quarter. She had hardly any money in her purse, so when the waiter came to her table, she only ordered an espresso. The waiter curled the sides of his mouth downwards in distaste – he realised she intended to spend very little money while taking up an entire table right in the busy part of the afternoon. She shifted in the wicker chair. Like every other outdoor café in Paris, this one was furnished with those wicker chairs, green and white,...