Again with the yelling. Lefevre couldn't understand why his Capitaine was always yelling his name. He just figured it was a word that LeGloan liked the feel of. Why it had to be his name that LeGloan became attached to, who knew.
Regardless, Luc snapped out of yet another reverie upon the bark of his superior. The portly man seemed to use all his strength to get up. Good ting you don't have to do too much moving in a cockpit.
"Don't worry, sir. Your seat is safe with me."
LeGloan sauntered off to the lavatory and left Lefevre to finish his first cup of coffee. He waived at the attendant behind the counter who promptly brought him a second and took the empty cup from the first. He began to relax, letting the worries that were plaguing him moments ago just slide away.
More people trickled in and the Cafe was starting to get moderately busy. The low murmur of conversation that was present when he walked in was slowly increasing in volume.
Lefevre reached over and picked up a data pad sitting on the table, thumbing through the day's news. More stories from the "battlefront" over in Languedoc. More drivel about the Brigands and Corse. Nothing he didn't already know because he was one of the ones dealing with all that nonsense.
He put the data pad back down where it was and watched as the attendant swept up the last remnants of the mess from earlier.
"Perfectly good croissants gone to waste," he muttered to himself.
