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Remy was perched in a chair at a cafe down the block, really, not far off at all, from where Belle was having her meeting with the Friars. His theory was that they wouldn't expect him so close, given as how he was dead.
Their bags were packed, lined up under the table, and he had the train tickets in his pocket, he was in one of those 'worried-but-not-about-to-admit-it' moods, which, probably, would end as soon as Belle arrived.
He sipped his coffee and scanned the mid-afternoon crowds, smiling just slightly as he picked out the easiest marks in the back of his mind.
Their bags were packed, lined up under the table, and he had the train tickets in his pocket, he was in one of those 'worried-but-not-about-to-admit-it' moods, which, probably, would end as soon as Belle arrived.
He sipped his coffee and scanned the mid-afternoon crowds, smiling just slightly as he picked out the easiest marks in the back of his mind.