The restaurant door opened to a sharp breeze from outside. He looked up to see a middle-aged, blonde lady wearing an expensive camel coat and an expression of apprehension tinged with hope.
She brushed her well-cut bobbed hair out of her face with manicured nails whose colour, he noted, matched her cherry red woollen scarf. In a nervous gesture, her trembling fingers sought out the delicate gold chain around her neck.
Her coat and scarf removed, she turned her attention towards the diners in this smart brasserie, and he caught her gaze then. Among the happy bustle and clinking of glasses, he instantly recognised those eyes as his own; those of the mother he had not seen since he was sixteen years old.