As you ascend the steps to Henri’s apartment, you hear the tinkling melody of a piano piece he’s been working on. You knock once, and then twice. Finally, on the third knock, the sound of an exasperated key mash followed by footsteps.

“Yes, yes, what is it? I am working!” he exclaims, swinging the door open. The moment he sees you, all the frustration drains from his face. “Ah! You must forgive me, I quite forgot you were coming. Is it so late already? Entrez, come in.”