I arrive first at the Café de la Place for my appointment with Simon. I take this opportunity to go say hello to Mark who is giving instructions to his bartender. “Hi, honey,” he said, kissing me. “Do you have a date with one of the girls? Loraine didn’t tell me she was coming tonight…” “No, no girls’ night this time.” He smiles at me, probably thinking I need to find one of my brothers. Unless he’s waiting for me to reveal the identity of my mysterious date. The owner of the Café de la Place knows a lot about the whole village – since everyone goes to his restaurant sooner or later – but he’s not the type to ask questions, he’s rather to be classified in the category of an observer. He also admitted to me that information often comes to him without his having to ask anything: after one

