The waitress is staring at her. Emily Barnes tucks a strand of hair behind one ear, glancing towards the woman. She’s adorable; her uniform’s short cherry red skirt highlights her long legs, and the white blouse has a red bow at the front, just above her breasts. Her name is Fiona, according to the tag on her shirt, and her smile is intoxicating. This is the last weekend that Emily is going to be in Paris.