Joséphine chuckled and then clucked her tongue, taking him by the elbow as she moved toward the door of her shop. She felt he was being awfully obtuse, and the notion that he might not be aware of her other profession gave her immense satisfaction.
She would have to work for the young gentleman. And she wanted this one. It was not often she found a young man of some wealth who seemed utterly lost in all ways. "Joséphine, monsieur, je m'appelle Joséphine."
Grinning, she slipped past him out of the shop onto the cobbled road.