Silence is all that Lefevre was ever accustomed to in this portion of Gap. Not complete silence, not like the cold blackness of space. It was the mechanical silence of a space station, Gap's own special brand.
That silence was suddenly broken by a subtle hum. A drone. No, not quite. It wasn't constant, but he wasn't yet sure what it was either. Lefevre continued to pace through the corridors toward the Cafe d'Obervateur, his destination after a tireless day at the helm.
As he came closer to the cafe, the hum became louder as well. "That solves that" Lefevre thought to himself. Whatever the noise, it was emanating from the Cafe, and he was soon to find out. It was a familar noise, one that tugged at distant memories.
As soon as Lefevre came to the door, he realized that it was a man playing a violin with a raptuous woman sitting in a chair across the table from him. The Cafe was relatively empty tonight, with the majority of the patrons focused on the musician and his slow tune. Lefevre didn't know why he was playing this particular song, but the Lieutenant was full of emotion and put every ounce of that into his melody. The tune sounded familiar for some reason, but he could not quite place it, still feeling those faint tugs at the back of his mind.
Luc approached the counter, nodded to the attendant, and didn't even have to open his mouth before the man began to prepare his usual - coffee and a croissant. This Cafe was special, it was one of the few places in Gallia where the furnishings had character and the coffee didn't taste of grease. He waited as the attendant prepared his drink and brought it back to the counter. The man, however, looked as if he had swallowed a lemon, and paused a minute before he spoke.
"My apologies, Monsieur Lefevre, but we have had a mishap, and were unable to prepare enough croissants tonight for our usual demand. I so hope this will not inconvenience you too terribly."
Lefevre said nothing, took his drink, and sat at his usual booth back in the shadows. It was nice there, but as the hum of the Lieutenant's violin began to wane on this particular night and his partner - she was the lieutenant's wife, wasn't she - smiled at his serenade, Luc merely mused over how after a day like the one he had, he was not even able to enjoy the taste of a warm croissant.