As she settles into one of the restaurant's chairs, the place nearly empty at that hour of the night, Eloá steals a discreet glance at Henri, who is studying the menu with full attention.

His slightly furrowed brow, focused eyes, and perfectly shaped mouth held in a straight line form, in her eyes, a vision of paradise. Maybe it is love speaking louder than reason—or maybe loneliness—but at that moment, Henri seems like the most perfect man on earth.

And as funny as it is, even though he has an