From The Grey House:
He stared at her for a moment. “Look, Nat. I know this sucks, but you did the right thing.”
“Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
They looked at each other for a moment as the truth set in.
Finally, Charlie sighed. “I paid your tab already. Let’s get you home. I’ll call Rebecca and find out if they have an update.”
Natalia nodded and stood. “Sounds good.”
Charlie stood and followed Natalia out the restaurant. Out the door, they turned west on Union. It was a nice clear morning, with a soft breeze blowing off the ocean. It carried with it the smell of salt and seaweed. They were in Little Italy, and near enough to Chinatown that the breeze also carried an undertone of Asian and Italian cuisine. It was odd, but familiar and comforting.