Heart pummelling tremendously here. What is Tristan doing here? In a loose-shirt, cargo shorts and sandals, he certainly isn't dressed for a business meeting. I wave, and I expect him to come over and say hi to us but he stands there, grimacing at me and Claudio standing together.
I turn to Claudio, affixed with a firm smile on my face. "Anyway, I have to go but I'll let you know what Marie thinks. And I'll email you if I have any questions," I dictate.
"Tr¨¨s bien! Au revoir," he winks at me and walks off.
I walk towards Tristan and his already annoyed expression has turned even sourer after Claudio's gesture.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
He shoots a dirty look in Claudio's direction, but his lips are firmly shut. Instead he turns to look at me, his usual deadpan expression o
