Lenny cleared his throat, murmuring a somewhat shaky thanks to the waiter who had just poured him and you some wine.

You'd chosen the spot for dinner, a high-end restaurant in the centre of Saint Denis. It was quite clear Lenny hadn't experienced something like this before, as was obvious by how he kept wringing his hands and glancing at other patrons — checking to see if he was following the unspoken etiquette like they were.

“So— so,” Lenny managed to say, adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time in the last ten minutes. “What do you think you'll order?”