Tuesday night, a restaurant in the center of Amsterdam, slightly too hip, the waiters could be more attentive.
A woman in her late fifties approached my table.
Suddenly I recognized her, three decades ago I had fancied her, she used to be an actress, maybe she was still an actress.
We said hello.
She was on her way to the loo.
When I left the restaurant with my friend, she was still eating together with three friends. One of her friends gave me a weird look.
But people are entitled to that as well.