WHO: Francesca and Sebastian WHERE: Cafe Descartes WHEN: Tuesday 2:30pm WHAT: Coffee and a chat
Sebastian tucked the collar of his wool coat closer around his neck as he moved out of the courthouse and hailed a taxi. The wind was particularly biting that afternoon, not that it was such a surprise given the fact that it was December, in Chicago. Didn't seem to matter how long he lived in Chicago each winter seemed to be colder than the next. Made the idea of retiring to a tropical locale some day in the future all the more appealing. If Cara could manage to not live in the same place as her family. He loved his fiance, a fact he couldn't deny, but her family... that was a whole other story.
Hailing a cab successfully, Sebastian instructed the cabbie to Cafe Descartes where he said he'd meet Francesca. Yes, he'd always called her Francesca enjoying the way her full name sounded rather than the abbreviated Frankie. Might also go to explain why they had never dated all that long. That was old history though, early in his time in Chicago. He was however that it at least hadn't ended on bad terms. He'd kept in contact over the years, it never hurt to have good connections in the police department.
He answered two emails while the cab wound through the Chicago streets depositing him on the curb in front of the coffee shop deep in the heart of Italian territory. Not that Sebastian thought of it in those terms if he did.. things would be very different. Stepping inside the warm shop, Sebastian unwound the scarf he wore and headed to the counter to order an espresso. Double. It had already been a long day. Waiting for the drink to be made he turned around and scanned the shop. Was she already here?