My friends and I in 1925 Paris France going out in the Montparnasse district
It was all awash in glittering lights; you could just tell already from the outside that so much passion and artistic feeling was flowing throughout the café. We could hear all the laughter and spirited conversation from where we stood outside near the Jack’s automobile. Jack took my arm and Guillaume took Sabine’s and the four of us made our way to the reception where Jack was greeted as if he were a long lost friend. I couldn’t help look over at Sabine with a shocked look that Sabine immediately returned. That was the last thing that I had expected, I was expecting Jack to give his name and the Maitre d’hôtel to look in his book of reservations and for him to look up and say “ah yes, Monsieur Dempsey, we have your table for four as you reserved ready for you, please follow me.” I didn’t expect for Jack to have a table automatically reserved for him at all times. Who was my Jack Dempsey? I have to admit that this little twist only made him even more attractive and mysterious.
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