Flora took a deep breath. Deep enough that she could feel her nostrils flair into the little stiff, inviting roundels Alex found so cute. They were currently rather pink, going on red rimmed in the depths of winter.

She’d just gotten to Leopold cafe on Avenue De Tervueren, or is it Tervuerenlaan? Flora sat in a plywood corner stuffed with oversized cushions. Trendy, cozy, Gezellig. Agréable she thought.

Trilingualism never allows for a tidy way of thinking, or saying things, until it does, allowing for definitions as sharp as a pinprick and straight as an arrow. Clarité….helderheid? No, that’s not quite right, she thought.

Flora took another deep breath. Baking bread from the ovens at the rear of the store wafted into her nose on a light wave of fresh espresso vapour, steaming up from her tiny ceramic mug.

She was beginning to relax. To really feel relaxed as she pulled out her laptop, setting it behind her espresso cup. She looked at her phone for notifications before dropping it into her bag.

Yielding to the large cushions beneath her and putting her elegant, dainty thumb and index finger through the handle, the cup balanced on the top of her middle and newly decorated ring finger.

She took a sip and sank into the cushions.