Lucas Gerald walked towards the Cafe, almost afraid of the place. He hasn't been here for a month it seemed, but of course it was only a few days or weeks. The last time he was here, bad news was given to him, so he started dreading the place and avoiding it if possible. Today he couldn't avoid it.
He was passed by Brun dragging what looked like a sack, only to find it a person. Gerald shook slightly and stepped into the cafe. He hated this place even more.
The aromas hit him, the smell of the coffee, the foods, the waitress, everything was almost peaceful. After a quick look around, he saw something just happened and the spell was broken. He slumped and grew sullen, wandering to the counter to get a cup of coffee, and with a second thought to gets an extra, along with various foods on a plate. He bought the stuff, nodded to the cashier, then looked around. He finally caught sight of Lefevre and started to stroll towards him. He then thinks he bought too much food, and sneaks it to others plates in a almost commercial fashion. Once he only had one fifth of what he started with, which included his two cups of coffee, two croissants, and a truffe. He sat himself down across from Brigadier Major and spread out his meal, moved one cup of coffee aside, and sipped the cup of coffee before him.
"Bonjour, Major Lefevre. I am finally here. sorry for the wait."
