Day Ten:
It had been several days since his note. She was pondering its repercussions.
Of course she knew who it was. She had known since day three.
Only one person could know that Coq au Vin was her favorite.
Before their first mission her last meal had been in Marseilles, they had escaped to share one night away from the rest of the gathered crew. He had wanted someplace warm for her. For him, she had wanted someplace where he wouldn't be recognized.
Hand in hand they walked the beach till dawn talking about the future, making plans, making promises.
