Elisabeth finished the last bite and set her fork down.
"That was filling," she said, wiping the corner of her mouth with the napkin. "I understand why this place is famous."
Napoleon II nodded. He glanced once around the room, then lifted a hand.
The waiter appeared again, prompt and silent.
"Everything to your liking?" he asked.
"Yes," Napoleon II replied. "Bring the bill."
The man returned moments later with a small leather folder. Napoleon II opened it, checked the amount, then placed a few bills inside. No hesitation. No counting twice.
"Keep the change," he said.
The waiter inclined his head, eyes flicking up for a fraction of a second before he caught himself. "Thank you, sir."
They stood and made their way out of the restaurant.
Outside, the night had fully settled.
The street was brighter now. Neon still traced shopfronts in the distance. Electric lights lighting up the streets and roads with its orange glow.
