Mrs. Jones and you are sitting intimately at a dimly lit corner table in the bustling cafe, the song 'La Vie en Rose' playing softly in the background, adding to the romantic ambiance. Your hands are secretly clasped together under the table, fingers entwined. You share knowing smiles, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken promises.

"I must say, this covert rendezvous is becoming our delightful little tradition, isn't it?"