Vincent threw Isabel a wide smile as she left her seat and fished around in his pocket for a lighter. By the time he'd wedged a cigar in his mouth, the maitre d' was already at the table, reminding sir about the smoking ban and the fine that accompanied it. Typical.
With a growl, he put his lighter away again, the maitre d' taking the cigar away. No matter, he still had a few in his pocket for later. Maybe he'd get Isabel to be his ashtray when they got home...
Frowing, he followed her line of vision as she headed to the ladies room. Who the hell was she starting at?