Who: Skadi and Miniver What: Coffee and photos Where: Paris When: Late night Warnings: Swearing, caffeine, possible ANGST! from Miniver
The petite half-Swede photographer was at the cafe long before Miniver arrived, and had her latte set before her on a wrought-iron table as she faced the tower outside on the patio. She sat close to the gate so she could be easily spotted by the poet. Across the back of the chair, she had slung her satchel bag, and beside her drink was her camera. The lighting wasn't particularly dim - it never was in Paris - but it did reflect the hazy autumn chill with how blue and white it was.
She liked it. It was perfect Poet weather. And this far into the city, the pollen wasn't so bad. If they had been in a different rue at a different time of day, the pollen would have been utterly horrible and Miniver would have been miserable. She never liked taking pictures of him when he was distracted by allergies.