[that she sat alone at a table reserved for two ahead of time wasn't due to eagerness or desperation but boredom. with no preoccupations on her agenda, it took no persuasion for fruhling to accomodate herself in the dim side of the restaurant and kill time with a glass of fine brandy. it may be for the benefit of the other, as she, a silver-hilted sword still strapped to her side, crossed her long legs, bent an arm atop the back of the chair, and waited with her eyes languidly fixed toward the entranceway. she had a curious feeling about the arrangement and an itch to be entertained.]
3 -- hope you don't mind?