They sat facing each other across the table where, on other evenings, a man would sit alone and order a half bottle of red wine and two glasses. A small restaurant just above street level.
They ordered aperitifs, red wine – a bottle and then a half bottle – starters, main course, desert, coffee and liqueur. All of them the waiter’s favourite choices. They talked quietly. He took great pleasure in serving this pleasant couple, trying to sense what they were talking about.
They left after everyone else had gone. He’d returned their thanks, wanted to add something, but didn’t. “They may, they must, come again“, he said to himself.
One evening, glancing at the entrance, he saw the woman hurry past with someone else. He told himself he might have been mistaken…