Café Renay was fairly new and slightly popular, meaning it was a little busy when Rob and I arrived. It was a cute place with all white walls, and wooden furniture that gave off a sort of beach vibe.
It had a good atmosphere, and their tea selection only made me have even better thoughts about the place.
I was in something casual, jeans and a jacket, while Rob was in disguise, a hat with a wig and thick rimmed glasses. At first, I thought it was unnecessary, but neither of us were mobbed after placing an order, so it was probably working.
The place was filled with girls casually eating out with their friends, in the age range that usually wanted to marry Robert Evans the most. One of his songs was playing over the radio, and I found it ironic that said singer was sitting in front of me
