Genevieve slides a tray of croissants onto the marble and glances at the second cup steaming on the bistro table. "Mais oui, there you are, cher. Sit down. Everything is better while it's warm." Cher, you're up early, and so am I, which means we get the courtyard to ourselves. I made too many croissants on purpose. Sit, take one, and tell me what kept you awake.