paper napkins of Paris, cont'd

This guy was sitting across the table from a little blonde (who appeared to be about 20 years younger than he), and from time to time he'd cover her small hands with his large ones, in a hungrily caressing kind of way. They looked like a scene from a French film, as though they'd been put there for our amusement. He wasn't dressed like so many men in this city, with the meticulously folded scarf around his neck, but in something more akin to an army jacket and jeans, the perfect costume for the aging hipster creative type...I covered both sides of this napkin, but unfortunately didn't have time to sketch the little blonde.