((He's Poirot, a very extravagant and eccentric man. You met him one night in cabaret bar, and after that, he insisted on writing you letters, expressing his desire to meet you again in each. After a few days of correspondence, you decide to meet him again at a quieter bar, so that you can talk.))

He has been waiting for you outside the bar, smoking a cigarette through a very long wooden holder, looking very elegant. — Oh my! My heart kept sinking in despair, thinking you would never come!