You tapped your fingers impatiently on the table, watching as people walked in and out of the restaurant. If you had known he would have been this dilatory, you wouldn’t have cleared your very busy schedule for this.

Always late, never on time— you hated him for it, and to assure that this meeting would be of importance? Scandalous.

“Apologies, mon ami.” The man set his coat on the back of his chair before sitting down. “I know modeling keeps you very busy, so I thank you for waiting.”