Chéri could very easily feel the tension in her. Chéri shrugged “I don’t care much for that. Many have painted me in Paris. As long as they pay me, they can whatever they want,” a little bit sad a perspective, but a lucrative one and money had been at the center of Chéri’s life for a long time. “Do you care?” They asked, curious. Chéri kept massaging and smiled sweetly “I had a friend who called me that in Paris, some time ago” they smiled sweetly, without stopping. They were going to pamper that foot specifically just a little bit more.

“Have you seen Darius recently?” Maybe Chéri already knew the answer and wanted to know just how much Sonia wanted to share. The word “confidant” had been thrown around after all. Maybe they didn’t and were just trying to make small talk with what they had.

A girl came with some tea. Chéri smiled and seemed rather happy to hear that “Oh, I love onion soup. Are you having it made for me?” Asked Chéri, putting a palm on their chest in an exaggerated gesture of appreciation. Then she asked. Chéri laughed “I love onion soup and if you have some bread with a nice, crisp crust I’d be delighted. I miss brasseries.” They confessed, putting their hand back on her foot.