Salvador had to admit to himself he was looking at this Camille very differently now. There she was right where the man was earlier and Tony was convinced she was dead but, he thought, push on through, was it really her problem? Was it her fault? So she was just standing behind the dude and Tony’s full of s**t. She was just his best friend from school, reunited, having lunch.
‘Grilled sea bream, little bit of ground black pepper, lemon juice please,’ said Camille, and she was done, menu snapped shut and discarded in favour of the fast incoming wine.
‘Lamb,’ for Salvador.
Glasses touched with a C sharp and Salvador re-established his decorum.
‘Happy whatever day it is,’ he said. There was bound to be one. The wine hit his nose and he fell in love again, that first smell of the booze, ev
