The waiter made a face. I saw that, she told him. Then again, the waiters here had a reputation. So she felt him up before placing her order

What started as a disagreement about eels evolved into the kind of argument where he’d think up a zinger an hour later. He hated being slow.

He walked in wearing a bow tie and she purred and he uttered the most obvious joke ever and she stopped purring and returned to her knitting

He hands her a suitcase. This is for Stockholm, he says. He lights a smoke and gets dressed. She sits up. Honey, she says, you’re not a spy.