Straight & Narrow {locked to jesuis_mal}
Arthur opened his eyes.
Each table of the small Parisian cafe exsisted in its own puddle of warm light, the lamps on white linen shedding small wavering yellow circles that made the sidewalk a dark ocean of induvidual two-seater islands. He hadn't been to Paris in months but Arthur suspected that his companion was more the reason for the decor instead of any real longing he had to return to the City of Light. He touched the handle of the simple white mug sitting in front of him and sat back against his chair.
It was a warm night in Arthur's dream of Paris. A far cry from the cutting chill howling outside the Russian building where their bodies were lying. "That might have been the easiest job we've done," he said, looking across the soft table lamp at Mal.