The waiter returns with Franziska's card and receipt; the former she tucks neatly back into her purse and the latter she crinkles up in her hand with the intention of throwing into the trash when she walks out.

No need for Scruffy to know how much their coffees cost, after all.

She dusts herself off as begins to stand up.

"It was good to see you again," she says, finding that she actually means it.