The Itchy Soul: Chapter 19

“TABLE POUR UN, si vous plait.” I smiled at the lady behind the bar and whispered a prayer than she’d be able to understand my accent.

“Certainement madame. Suivez-moi.”

I hesitated, uncertain what she’d said, but when she walked to a table and indicated for me to sit it became obvious. I really wanted to sit outside though. How to communicate that? I wra…