Inside an inconspicuous café on the Champs-Élysées, the four of them sat in a corner, chatting casually.
Though there were not many people passing by outside, Pheobe still did not remove the baseball cap that covered most of her face.
"Wayne, are you here in France on vacation?"
"No." Vincent lightly shook his suit jacket. "Miss Delacour, have you ever seen tourists dressed like this?"
Pheobe fell silent, then laughed.
Indeed, who wore formal attire while sightseeing?
"Then why are you here?"
"We came to the French Ministry of Magic on business. After we finished, we saw that we still had plenty of time, so we decided to take a look around Paris. What about you?"
Pheobe looked at the timid Gabrielle beside her. "We had originally planned to go to the Gwent flagship store on Maggie Shopping Street, but we ran into you before we could even go inside."
Maggie Shopping Street was the French magical world's equivalent of Diagon Alley. Its entrance was beneath a statue of a woman on the Champs-Élysées.
Vincent immediately understood her implication.
No wonder Gabrielle had kept staring at him earlier. She was a devoted little Gwent fan.
He smiled at Gabrielle. "Little Miss Delacour, thank you very much for your continued support of Gwent."
Gabrielle nodded shyly. "Way... Vin... Vincent, may I call you that?"
"Of course, Gabrielle." Vincent looked at Pheobe. "Pheobe, you do not have to call me Wayne either. Just call me by my name."
"All right, Vincent." Pheobe smiled and took a sip of the coffee in front of her.
Perhaps it was too bitter, because her brows furrowed.
Just as Vincent was about to call for the waiter to bring some sugar cubes, Hermione had already risen with a smile.
"Miss Delacour, I will get you some