She stood in a mile-long queue for an hour, while he sat on a bench twiddling his thumbs.
Finally, they gained entry into the sanctum sanctorum of Pasteis de Belem, and sat down to eat.
Orders were placed, for two if their legendary custard tarts. After a longish wait, they finally arrived, and like a true gentleman, he picked up the plate and said, “You first, my love.”
She was pleasantly surprised. He had never been so caring and courteous before. She stretched her hand to pick one up, when suddenly, a pigeon swooped down and swooshed by her head. She ducked to avoid getting hit, and just managed to save herself.
Recovering somewhat, she looked towards the plate…only to find that it was empty. He looked tenderly at her and said in a commiserating tone, “That damned pigeon ate both the pasteis.”
He would, of course, thank the pigeon later. It was tough on her, but had to be done, for these were the Pasteis de Belem pastels, and no can have just one!