He sips his latte slowly, pretending to enjoy it. She knows that there will be a crinkle near his left eye, the same one he always has when he’s disgusted by something. He knows that she’d be smiling her secretive smile now. They both sit amiably in the roadside café, enjoying their companionship.
She opens one eye. “Any time now?”
She props her Gucci sunglasses atop her coffee glass, strategically positioning it facing the little cobblestoned street. He lazily pulls out a cigarette and lights it. They wait. His right hand rests lightly on the lapel of his jacket, fingers softly running over the lumpy object inside.
“The place is beautiful, right?” Her knuckles are white gripping her tote bag.
He grunts his approval. Soft footsteps approach them.
“Anything else, Senor, Senora?”
“No. Gracias! La cuenta, por favor.”
He pulls out his wallet from inside his jacket and pays the bill. They wear their sunglasses and walk into the crowd chuckling, tapping their sticks in front of them.
Their story would continue during dinner.
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