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table of gentlemen,” he pauses, “Zey will not last here zee night.” He winks at me
    “Ah,” not sure what else to say to that really.
    “Oh and we have somewhat of a movie star who may be dining here, but zat is all very hush hush,” he says tapping his nose.
    “Wow, I guess I’d better be on my best behavior then.” I smile at Pascal, secretly knowing full well who the star is and I would like Trey to get a fleeting glance at normal me.
    “Come, let me show you to your table, Mademoiselle Brown and Mademoiselle Miller are waiting for you,” Pascal says holding out his elbow.
    “Merci Pascal,” I reply taking his proffered elbow – wow my French in an English accent must be so crass on the ears.
    I look at him as we walk through the restaurant; I like him, he is one of the staff I am very fond of as I like to think we are two aliens in this city together. The 40 something year old Frenchman is not much taller than me, clean shaven and walks with such elegance he’s making me feel like I stomp and hunch my back, I straighten myself up immediately.
    We make our way through the dimly lit restaurant; I try to lift my feet more, so not to make too much noise on the dark wooden flooring throughout. We pass many busy tables, every thick black velvet chair taken and immaculate white tablecloth s getting marked and wrinkled from use. The walls are coated in a baked cherry red and the mahogany running along the lower half is so dark it’s almost black but it all complements the tone in the intimate restaurant perfectly. Uplighters situated every so often along the walls make it feel warm and almost a sensual place to eat. Thankfully our table is near the middle of the restaurant, which is equally distanced between the toilets and the exit. Another plus is we are pretty close to the bar, which is right in the middle of the restaurant, a dark mahogany bar with waiters serving the hoards of people desperate for a Monday night tipple.
    We reach the table and still smiling I turn to Pascal, “Well thank you very much for accompanying me to my seat.”
    I lean in to kiss him on one cheek then the next.
    “Bon, Have a good evening.” He pulls my chair out and ushers me to sit.
    Turning to Meagan he smiles and says, “Ladies.” He then bows and marches off.
    There’s a quiet wolf whistle then Meg follows with, “Well look at you, you look gorgeous!”
    “What this old thing?” I play, smoothing the dress out on my lap.
    “Hey bitch watch it, “Meagan giggles, “Last time I let you borrow anything.”
    I blow a kiss in her direction, “You both, of course look stunning.”
    Meagan is in a baby pink camisole with butt hugger black jeans and pink pumps, Lacey is wearing a mint green shirt that accentuates her huge boobs and a black leather mini skirt also in flats – both are annoyingly taller than me.
    Lacey catches a passing waiter, “Three bottles of the house white please.”
    The waiter nods and disappears.
    “What’s the plan, Brown?” Lacey leans back in her chair looking at Meagan.
    “Ok I was thinking food, few bottles here , then off to Hooch’s for more drinks and whatever follows?” Meagan likes to have the itinerary down before we do anything.
    “Cool,” I glance around the room see if he’s here but no sign.
    “Hell yeah! I am on a serious mission tonight, Darren is not going to know what’s hit him.” Lacey growls, her boyfriend recently dumped her via Facebook only to go out with some gogo dancer. Needless to say she is intent on winning him back – I’m lost as to why.
    The waiter arrives back with the wine and pours us a glass, I take several quick gulps as all of a sudden I am so thirsty. 
    The waiter takes out his pen and pad ready for our order.
    “I’ll have the watercress salad, dressing on the side,” Meagan says catching my eye “What?” looking shocked, “I have to watch my figure.”
    “There’s nothing of you woman. In fact when I go home to England and you