The couple at the next table at L’Express Bleu Brasserie held hands. His gaze radiated love for the woman. His clothing was that of the successful French businessman including the black raincoat. His black hair was speckled with grey and his skin was weathered from what could have been much time on the ski slopes.
Her style was jeans with high black boots. Her white sweater that came to the top of her thighs was belted. She stroked his hand but the look in her eyes showed which one in the couple loved the other more. Besotted would apply only to the male. She was the besottee.
Had they not been touching and that her skin was too dark to be the result of a mixed marriage, one might assume they could be father and daughter.
His eyes never left her face as he hung on her every word.
And oh yes, he wore a wedding ring. She did not.
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