I go back to Sant Ambroeus like a player going back to the casino.
Tonight the restaurant was still packed at 10:20 p.m.
Next to me a girl, I would say eighteen or nineteen, was crawling under her table, apparently she was looking for something. Then she started crawling under my table. I wanted to ask: “Can I help you?”
But I decided that this could have been inappropriate.
After 5 minutes or so the girl stopped crawling and I finished my plate of pasta.