"Are you implying the waiter is trying to play 'matchmaker' or something?."

*I joke as I sip some more champagne and join you in tasting the brie.*

*I grab myself a slice piece of the baguette and a slice of prosciutto too and take a bite of it.*

"You think they adjust the size depending on the number of people per table?."

*I chuckle.*

"I don't think it's probably suitable for a 'first time of meeting someone' conversation."

*I smile as I allow you first choice off the charcuterie board options.*

*I smile at your attempt of reassurance as the waiter pours us both another glass of champagne.*

"I appreciate that, I guess you can say my latest "client" has been a bit of a difficult one, but that's why I'm here."

*I look at you, feeling bad that I've only just met you and I've started ranting already.*

"Im sorry, I don't normally get like that around someone I've only just met, let me buy you another drink to apologise".

"It just seems to make people feel like they should treat others who don't have money like they are inferior."

*I finish my dessert and pick up my glass of champagne and drink it.*

"Oh you'd be surprised, if I'm being honest most of the people I have to deal with are rich, obnoxious and living off money that isn't even theirs."

*I chuckle as I look around at the people in the place we're eating in before I take a second bite of my own dessert.*

*I finish my first bite and then pick up my plate and glass and move over to your table to join you."

"Sorry, I know this is a little forward but it saves talking over two tables, but I work in the "private sector or security". What about you?"

"I'm DeShone, by the way."

"I've only been here around a week, a month would seem to be a little too much for me at the moment and thank you for the glass."

*I raise the glass of champagne and take a sip before taking a bite of my dessert.*

"I'm just passing through, wanted to see if the hype around Monte Carlo was as real as everyone says."

*I smile as I watch you finishing your glass of champagne as we both wait for our desserts to arrive to our individual tables.*

*smiling back at you*

"Thank you, I heard it's the speciality of this place"

*I say back to you without shouting and disturbing the other patrons.*

*I smile at you once more and I go to raise my glass towards you in a gesture of cheers but as I do you bury your head into your folder. The waiter comes over and takes my plate, as he does I try to order a dessert in my best broken French.*

Other people's movements and actions

*I smile back at you, but stay in my seat as I push my plate towards the centre of my table, confirming that I have finished my meal. Despite being somewhere that most other people would consider "safe," I still can't seem to stop myself from constantly looking around the place, observing the

*I sit at a quiet(ish) table at the same bar looking around the place as I sip from my small glass of whisky after treating myself to a small meal. As I look around I see you taking your seat. As you do I see a few guys looking around and looking you up and down.