Alphonsine could feel the eyes on her as she entered the pub, even with the hood of her cloak up to shroud her appearance. It wasn't so much that she didn't want to be recognized, but she was well accustomed to fitting in where she needed to, and these types of establishments were suited for being discreet.
Her eyes scanned the pub for any sign of recognition, eventually landing on the bartender before she approached him for a drink. Once she ordered two glasses of elderberry wine, she took them to an empty table and slid into a seat in a dark corner of the pub where she would wait. He wasn't here yet, but he soon would be. No one stood up Alphonsine Rosier, least of all the man she was waiting for.
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