The bistro was in the shadow of the Tower, but I ignored it.
There she was, as stunningly beautiful as she was intelligent.
I placed the envelope on the table. A sudden impulse, I scrawled my cell on it. I wanted to meet this dangerous diva.
It was obviously an accident that she tripped and knocked over the table. When she left, the envelope on the table didn’t have my number on it.
I jumped a foot.
Undisturbed tourist books littered the table.
“You’re still thinking about that spy movie, aren’t you?”
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