Luc dragged himself to his usual table, weary from the day's events. Command had given him 72 hours off to recollect himself. After all, getting spaced wasn't exactly something one did for fun. At least not those with a will to live.
"May I get you your usual, sir?" the waitress asked politely. Lefevre grunted an approval and turned his attention to a couple chatting idly at a nearby table. Envy crept into his thoughts, so he turned away again and thumbed at a loose thread on the tablecloth. The waitress returned shortly with a cup of caf and a fresh croissant, lightly buttered. Again, the Capitaine grunted an affirmative and dropped a few credits onto the table, enough for the snack plus a little extra for the service. And boy did it look good as the service walked away, too.
The caf was too hot to indulge in, so he nibbled at the croissant, his mind drifting back to the brawl that took place a system over. Luc pulled out his datapad and thumbed through some news reports from the Core, longing for home.
