They went for dinner after.
Not planned. Rafael had suggested it, and Dra. Tavares had been elsewhere, and Bianca had shown up outside the court building as though she'd been waiting for hours — she had been, she admitted, in a café across the street with her laptop because she couldn't not be nearby — and somehow it was four of them at a restaurant near the Chiado that Rafael chose and that Camila suspected he'd chosen because it had a table far enough from other tables that you could say real things.
The wine came. The food came. They talked about other things first — Bianca's version of the day, delivered with the editorial energy that made her description of sitting alone in a café for four hours sound like a documentary — and then gradually the other things fell away and what was le
