"Would you like something to eat, Lietenant?" The attendant said, still playing host to that odd, perplexed expression.
"A sugar pastry, if you would..." Simon said, with Lillian looking at the menu beside him. She quietly spoke, in her soft, singsong voice. "Yeah, the same for me..."
The attendant nodded, and started digging around in a pantry.
He looked again, carelessly glancing around the Cafe. He noticed that the Directeur had entered, as she was prone to do around this time of night. Chloe was good for the job - Simon enjoyed working under her. Despite everyone's faults - even her own - the Directeur could handle any situation.
Then he caught Lefevre's eyes slowly gliding in his direction. In a quick instance, he realized he was looking at Lillian.
Lieutenant Perrot was notoriously protective of his wife, after a miscreant had attempted to mug and rape her last year. As such, Lefevre's look set up immediate alarms in his head. Slowly, he made a fist, pointing down, with the knuckles faced towards Lefevre. He mouthed the words "Turn around" at him, over Lillian's shoulder...