Lucas Gerald dragged down the corridor, hands in pocket. He was a fairly tall man, skinny, with a small shaggy goatee growing on his chin. He was wearing a old tan trench coat over some loose clothes. He had his old beret on, the same tan colour as his coat, on his head.
He walked into the Cafe d'Observateur d'Etoile and took off his beret, sighed, and walked over to get his coffee at the counter. As he was leaving, he grabbed two croissants and walked over to a table where two gentlemen were sitting and gave himself a seat.
