13.David was already seated in the bar when he saw her. She strode through the door and her shiny black hair seemed to fly behind her. She was a little taller than he had remembered, but even so, no one would have described her as tall; but her figure was perfect and her attire was impeccable. She was elegant and did not remind him of the former wild-child swaddled in a cardigan several times larger than her size. The old fire had also disappeared from her eyes. She scanned the guests in the bar with a gentle gaze. It was early yet, barely after 6 p.m. There were only a few tourists drifting around.
David immediately caught her eye, but then they moved on. She furrowed her brow, as if deeply focused on something, then turned towards him again. An expression of terror flit across her face,
