[ The hand is duly offered, as is the requisite entirely false fluttering modesty at his flattery. She gestures grandly to the seat across from her, and their new favourite waiter will appear shortly thereafter. He still looks a bit melancholic, but given the way his step has a bit more verve and the placement of the coffees and sweets accomplished with somewhat more flourishing ceremony than absolutely necessary, that may simply be his face. A small crisp bow— including a "surreptitious" look at the lady which she "surreptitiously" returns and then quickly looks away from— and off he goes.
She presses her lips together and gives Bastien the international "I'm not going to laugh but—" look while daintily retrieving her drink, blowing into the steam to amuse herself with its shifting. ]
You know, I absolutely abhorred this style of coffee once.
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She presses her lips together and gives Bastien the international "I'm not going to laugh but—" look while daintily retrieving her drink, blowing into the steam to amuse herself with its shifting. ]
You know, I absolutely abhorred this style of coffee once.