After much fiddling over the table, Dave managed to open the big yellow umbrella--or were those things technically parasols?--that covered their seats in front of the bistro to keep the summer sun off their scalps. No sunburns for anyone on this adorable not-date. He sat, ordered a glass of sweet iced tea for himself, and sipped it while he ignored her request not to wait and totally waited, people-watching and pretty content.

He still had his trademark aviators, of course, and a penchant for red in his street clothes, but this Dave was a good five inches taller and somewhat broader in the shoulder than Sheska was probably looking for.