Francisco was not so blind as to notice his friend's mother glaring at them as they moved towards the door -- but he only offered her a grin and a wave, as was his usual habit to do. After all, he rather liked to irritate his elders...
Outside, he affected a hurt expression. "You, of all people, should know both of those trysts ended over a month ago." Joining his friend, he gave a bang on the top of the carriage. The driver, well-accustomed to these little jaunts, started forward towards town. "I told you, I think, they found out about the other, and..." The young man's shoulders lifted in a shrug, and his arms extended helplessly outwards. "That was that. I thought I told you, anyway."
He mulled it over a moment, then brightened considerably as he thought about his most recent interest. "Surely, you remember me telling you about Brigitte? Red-head? Not at all bright, but pretty. Very pretty..." Here, his splayed hands moved down in an obvious hourglass shape. "Hm? Ring any bells?"