“I was reading that one of the top ten things to do in New Orleans was shop for lingerie,” she says and puts on her sunglasses. Just like that, she looks like a supermodel. Her plump lips are nude, and I can’t help but lean down and kiss her. She smiles and puts her free hand on my cheek. “You do owe me panties.”

“And I always pay my debts,” I tell her and take out my phone and put the address in. “It’s about an hour walk.” I look at her. “Do you want to take a cab?”

“No,” she says, looking around. “Let’s walk and explore along the way,” she says, and I couldn’t agree with her more. We walk down the street just like the other people. No one approaches us like they do in New York, which makes her a little bit freer in a way. The sound of jazz music filters out from the stores as we walk down the street. From one street to the other, we both point out things the other would like. “Oh, look, Café Du Monde.” She stops walking. “We have to stop there.”

I lead the way to the green and white awning that reads Café Du Monde in white. The tables under the awning are mostly all taken as people sit and eat. “Do you want to sit in or out?” I ask her, and she leads me to a table in the corner and sits down facing the street. “I guess out it is.”

The waitress comes over dressed in a white shirt with black bow tie and hands us the menu. “They speak French here,” I tell her.

“No.” She shakes her head. “They speak creole. Totally different.”

The waitress comes back, and we order some coffee with beignets. I let Vivienne order it to hear her French come out when she says the word. Once the waitress leaves, I pull her chair closer to mine, leaning in and speaking softly. “You’re sexy as fuck when you speak French.”

She smiles and raises her eyebrows. “Really?” I put my arm around her chair and pull her even closer. “If you move me any closer, I’ll be sitting in your lap.”

“Don’t tempt me,” I tell her. “I didn’t get my fix this morning.”

“What fix is this?” she asks, putting her leg on mine.

“My Vivienne fix,” I tell her. Looking around, I see people come and go, but no one is watching us. Everyone is in their own little world. “My cock, your mouth,” I tell her, looking at her, then looking out again. “My cock, your pussy.” I pretend I’m looking around, but I can feel her hand on my lap now. “My mouth, your pussy.”