Relief flooded her face when she spotted Mssr. de Lioncourt in the crowd. It was pointless to try to make her way to him, so once she knew that he was looking at her, she gave him one more smile and headed back down the stairs again. The sidewalk was getting crowded, too, so she walked across to the other side of the street and stood beneath an overhang belonging to a now-closed clothing boutique. The pink lights from behind her set a rose-colored frame around her figure.
Please come, please come, please come. The thought chanted itself over and over again, desperately, in her head. She was lost and more than a little bit unnerved by Eric's visit. She twisted her hands in front of her and bounced on her toes. Surely he would follow her. Surely he saw her. He bowed -- that meant he saw her, and that meant he would seek her out. That's what it meant.
She kept on telling herself this, while she checked the crowd for him again. She'd lost sight of the man.