Little had changed, he mused. Not like there would be any reason to assume as such...still, it was pleasant to see it as it always was.
Lillian was, as always, sauntering behind him, her hand lightly in his own. His violin case was, also, carried lightly, pinched in his other hand. Moving nimbly, dodging through the crowd, he soon came up to the serving bar. An older server, Stephen, met him, smiling.
"Perrot...it is good to see you again, mon ami." Stephen said, in his rather gravelly voice.
Perrot nodded, letting go of Lillian's hand, and setting it on the bar.
"The...usual, for Lillian and me..."
As Stephen rushed off to fill the order, Perrot turned around, lazily glancing around the cafe.