It had been such a romantic a meeting.
Under a canopied setting with checked tablecloths and posies of flowers, he’d joined her for coffee then as soft music gently played in the background, asked her to meet him for dinner that night.
She’d dressed to the nines and the taxi had dropped her off at the designated address.
Standing uncertainly on the pavement, all she could see was an old building and worn notices, but undeterred, she rounded the corner and saw him waiting for her, casually dressed in jeans and a denim shirt.
‘Mon cheri!’ he greeted her enthusiastically.