Aimé stopped, not having expected to see another person in the ally, certainly not a finely dressed lady although he supposed he too must look out of place here. He had only meant to get a few moments of air while his brother continued to browse the shops collection of fabrics. Aimé could help him but it made little difference in the end, Antoine would always simply override his decisions anyway and he knew what looked best.
“Excuse me, Mademoiselle. I did not mean to disturb you.” He said, wondering despite himself what she would be doing there. Perhaps he had stumbled upon her waiting for some clandestine meeting but then he noticed the book in her hand. Unusual, although practical, if she was waiting for a lover.