"I'm afraid there aren't as many as I'd like in Paris, that I've found in my many years there, and there's none with a cafe, as far as I know." She leaned in a little, "They've all turned into computer cafes, you know? Ah, what has the modern world done to us?"
She took his arm immediately, hooking them at the elbows and resting her manicured fingers gently over his knuckles. He seemed quite pleasant, and she could pick up an aura of kindness around him as well. Being a former goddess of prophecy, it was rather hard to be wrong about such things.