Michel laughed. It was nice to see Varner in a good mood. Such a change from their first meeting, and that day at the theater.
"Up here, on the left."
After the motorcycle rolled to a stop and sputtered off, he clambered out of the sidecar, tucking the invitation in his coat pocket before unbuttoning it and withdrawing a box of chocolates, something just big enough for a decent sized dinner party to have one.
"Given your atrocious education in French ways, I figured you would not have known to bring something for the hostess."