"Meanwhile, what can I do? Look at her to my heart's content, yes, at least I can do that. I let my gaze wander... The perfect curve of her eyelashes, the wings of her nose flaring at regular intervals, those remarkable things that are her rosy lips perched on her pale skin. Her half opened mouth, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth, that's the habit she has when she's touching something with her full attention. I've only noticed quite recently. Once she has internalised the shape of my left arm, with a bit of pressure from her hands and a cheeky 'Thank you, sir', she gives me my arm back, telling me the audience is over."


















