He stumbled into the little shop, blinking the sunshine out of his eyes. The bell jingled and the woman behind the counter eyed him suspiciously.
Carefully, he said "Un chocolat, s'il vous plait?"
She smiled, pointing at the boxes on the table behind him. Stepping out from counter, she asked "Pour un petite copine?" He nodded. The woman pointed a long finger, nail painted red, and a small black box.