A wine bar in a middle-sized French town. It is late in the evening and the room is still full of smoke left there by guests who have left since.
A female singer (high barstool, the toes of one foot on the ground, the other loosely on the spoke that connects the two front legs. You know the type.) presents a very reasonable version of 'Ne me quitte pas' and a man sits alone at a table. Well, alone?
His company consists of two empty wineglasses and a bottle that holds one more glass.
He grabs the bottle as if for a refill but changes his mind and simply lifts the bottle to his mouth after casting one last melancholy look at the empty chair across the table.
A not unattractive lady slides her ass smoothly onto the chair, her satin dress prettily rustling, and asks 'Did you miss me?' He looks at his watch and says: 'You were in the ladies' room a long time. Are you all right?'
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