"Oh, shit! Keep cool, man, keep cool."

"Why? What the fuck's going on?"

Mal laid his hand on the table and pointed with his eyes. "There's a girl over there who's checking you out in a big way."

"Fuck, really?" Alain pursed his lips and turned his eyes, but kept his head still. "Where is she?"

Mal leaned towards him. "4 o'clock."

Alain counted this out and narrowed his eyes. "My 4 o'clock or yours?"

Mal looked at him. "Huh?"

"Oh fuck it, man. I'm digital. She's behind me, yeah?"

"Yeah, back wall. Sitting at a table all by herself."

"Poor thing!"

Mal laid his hands out and raised his eyebrows at Alain. "Someone's gotta do something!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, in a while." Alain tapped the table impatiently with his finger. Misunderstanding, one of the waiters in the café came over to their table.

"Would you like anything else?"

"No, we're right thanks" Alain answered.

"Okay then." The waiter took their coffee cups away. Sun slid across the bare table top.
Alain looked back to Mal. "Okay man, you're my eyes."

"Right." Mal looked back over his friend's shoulder. "Well . . ." he frowned slightly, and moved his head from side to side. "She's big, but not . . . big. I mean, big in a cute way."

"Big so you can get a handful" grinned Alain.

"Yeah. Solid. Glasses too."

"I like a girl with glasses . . ."

"Yeah, dark hair - black I guess, can't quite tell at this range. Hair's tied back. No make-up. Well, maybe a little bit of lipstick. Hard to tell."

"Natural, eh? Interesting . . ."

Mal coughed and turned his eyes in the other direction. "Shit, she's looking this way again."

Alain smiled to himself. "Sounds possible. Sounds very possible."