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He tells me about cigarettes. You have to be eighteen to buy them here.
No, sixteen.
He stares into his empty mug.
He's cute; I'm glad it's just us, because he seems shy, embarrassed by his imperfect English.
Sixteen... How do you say that in French?
He tells me. It sounds exactly like the word for six.
I count from one to five in french, to prompt him.
He smiles at me.
No no, what is - six - in french?
I ask him this in my imperfect French.
Six? He repeats.
Ah, a man, a woman,
(masculine and feminine versions? I wonder)
And when, well, this. He points to his groin.
Ah! I laugh. He thinks I asked him, 'what is sex'