Dione made a habit of coming to the Wine Bar. It was her home away from home. Which was something to say considering that Dione did not drink at all beyond a single glass of wine now and again. Drunkedness could cause a sort of blindness, she didn't see the need to compound her already significant problems by adding alcohol onto it.

If she had known that Sascha was waiting for her, Dione might have been a little faster about moving along to the Wine Bar, but she had taken her time and actually entered the bar with a cup of coffee from the cafe. That was what had taken the extra time. She didn't often go into the cafe and the poor person trying to help her had such a hard time with the fact that first, her English was bad with people she didn't know, and second, she couldn't see what she was pointing to on th menu. Ten minutes to get a simple cup of coffee. Really, if the woman would have just taken the time to listen to the fact that Dione couldn't read the menu not because she couldn't understand the written word but because she couldn't see the written word, things would have gone much quicker.

Despite the inconvenience, Dione was still in a good mood when she got to the door of the bar. She hadn't been expecting to hear someone singing, but there was someone singing. Someone whose voice she recognized. That made her smile.

"Bonjour, Mr. Connolly," she greeted him as she moved to the piano, coffee cup in one hand and cane in the other. "Love remains the same." Though she rarely put anything on the piano itself, she set her coffee cup down on top of the piano.