Re: Clorinda/Caradoc
"You put the money, the cafe can give me the utensils, and I hope you don't think that you'll scare me with a statement like that. I spend my days with my fingers in the dirt," she said, laughing.
The choice of tables didn't go unnoticed, but she didn't care. She could see people later. She was even kind enough to let him take the chair against the wall so that she was the one with her back to the world and he could surveil the room. She wasn't paranoid, but he was.
When the waiter arrived, she ordered the Arabica coffee, OJ, croissants, poached eggs draped in marmalade-roasted ham and hallandaise, sausages, mushrooms, and bacon, and some fruit. "I'm watching my figure," she said, giggling after the man left with the order. "So what's the story?"