I'm kind of laissez-faire today; there's a sense of joir de vivre,
for our rendezvous was a tete-a-tete, so perhaps I could believe her.

The restaurant, she said, convincingly, was central and laid-back,
au contraire, she'd made a grave faux-pas, for it was in a cul-de-sac.

My fiancee sounded blasé, as she said we'd be driven there.
The...