On his way to Henri's coffee shop, William decided to take a usual route, walking alongside the river. It added a couple more minutes to his walk, but that way he could avoid the large masses of people as they had their break. Besides, hearing the gentle movement of the water in the river was soothing for him, and he involuntarily slowed down his pace a bit as he came across the Pont de l'Alma, which lead directly to Henri's shop.<br/><br/>He could see from the distance the carriages, multitudes and sometimes the odd automobile as they crossed the bridge, which was one of the largest of the city. He approached the bridge placing his hands in his pockets, and leaving his arms tightly pressed against his body to avoid bumping into a lot of people and avoid the occasional pickpocket, as every big city had them - And he was one of his youth - Soon enough he spotted Henri's place, and was relieved to see that it was intact, at least from the outside.<br/><br/>"Henri, sorry about yesterday," William said quietly to the owner as he approached the counter, quickly pulling out the money he owed from his coffee, adding a little extra for the troubles he caused. "And well, sorry for leaving without paying too."<br/><br/>"Oh, it's alright William." Henri said taking the money into his hands, he was about to comment on William overpaying, but a look into the determined man's eyes made him realise that he wouldn't take them back, so he begrudgingly accepted it; "By the way..."<br/><br/>"Did they come back?" The Englishman asked, interrupting the older man, still concerned for the safety of the place and its owner.<br/><br/>"No. In fact, I heard they were arrested, but..." Henri said, trying to tell him about the reporter that was near him.<br/><br/>"Oh, that's good then," William said, interrupting the owner again, completely oblivious to the fact that Henri wanted to tell him something. However, after having nothing to worry about, William finally relaxed and looked towards his usual table, which was again unoccupied. "I'll have the usual then if it's not a problem." He said as he moved away from the bar, ready to take a seat.<br/><br/>"Uhm, there's a young lady who'd like to talk to you." The Frenchman said as he saw that William still didn't realise he'd interrupted him twice already.<br/><br/>Stopping dead in his tracks, William couldn't avoid raising an eyebrow as he turned again toward the coffee shop owner, who was pointing out to a nearby woman which William hadn't noticed. At first, he didn't really know what it was about, but soon he distinguished her a bit, recognising her as the woman he encountered the previous evening. He didn't really know how to react, he had no business with her, and they barely talked, so her reasons to talk with him were absolutely mysterious to the man. He just stood there, waiting to hear what the woman wanted to say.