She hadn’t noticed the waiter placing her wine or her bruchetta at her elbow but she did glimpse his hand as he sat Cooper’s starter and glass on the table before he dissolved into the back ground.  She lifted a piece of the bread, ignoring the use of cutlery, and taking a bite as Cooper started his tale.  She had already proved she wasn’t very sophisticated with her nervous and dissolving into the giggles.  She didn’t have the temperament to patiently cut the bread into little squares and stabbing them with her fork to eat it.<br/><br/>She was surprised to learn he hadn’t just left the navy, and stumbled into the resort looking for a job.  The way he talked it sounded like he hadn’t been out the Navy long.  She nodded in understanding “The Europeans are a one of those enigmas and their take on things can be very interesting.  I have a friend who is French.  Years later I still keep forgetting to kiss her on both cheeks in greeting and she has to remind me.”  She smiled at him “But I’m sure they say the same things about us.”<br/><br/>She took another bite of her bruchetta, catching some of the tomato on the tip of her tongue as it clung to the side of her mouth.  After swallowing she took a sip of wine and looked at him expectantly “And?  You met this guy who told you about a new resort?”<br/><br/>