He walked into the narrow restaurant with a green satchel strapped on his shoulder wearing round dark-rimmed glasses that certainly made him look intelligent with his suede sports coat on. He attracted the quick eyes of those around him when he pulled a small notebook out of the green satchel and began to write in slow spurts – looking up and around periodically as though drawing the scenery with a journalist's eye. The waiter brought him a bottle of Côtes-du-Rhône and poured a bit into a small table glass. He nodded and thanked the waiter and took a drink of the wine before continuing his writing. He felt that he was getting along well when the door opened and he saw his friend A------ enter the café. He sighed quietly then smiled and closed the book.