Max took her cup and saucer from the woman behind the counter and paid her. She lifted the cup to her lips, looking out over the other patrons. She had come and gone a few times and recognized a few of the faces. One face in particular stuck out to her. The woman in black stuck away in the corner. She seemed to be isolating herself. The day before Max recalled seeing her with a young Nazi.
She was as good a place to start as any to establish herself in the community.
She walked over to the woman's table. "Bon matin, madame. May I join you? There are no tables available and you look as though you could use some company." She smiled a little.