OMG! What is he doing here? And why is he speaking dutch? OMG!
The cashier scratches her throat. Oh goodie. Hoe long have I been staring at Mr Costes? Without saying a word…
My French (correction: Dutch) friend gives the cashier his most charming smile, pays, puts a business card in my moveless hand (my whole body is nailed to the floor). And walks away. Oh my goodness.
I look at the card.