"Yes, until then," he nods back, until he notices the way the smile freezes on Demetri's face. He follows the other man's gaze over to where two strangers are watching them from the other side of the park. Fabrice feels his heart drop into his stomach; he hopes they didn't see much.

As much as it pains him, he watches Demetri's face fall into its usual, carefully composed mask. He tries to do the same with his face, but he knows he's not nearly as structured as the other man's. He shakes his hand and gives him another nod.

"I hope you have a good night," he says, keeping his voice level.