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	[sup][color=aa4846][u]IN A BRITISH THEMED CAFE, MAKING HER WAY OUT.    [/u][/color][/sup]
[indent][color=aa4846]"F-for now, I s-suppose i-it shall do."[/color] Lucia wasn't very picky, she wasn't sure whether she would end up finding another cafe that would remind her of her home if she ever felt homesick. Sure, the tea could do with some work, but she wasn't one to complain. Lucia pulled her suitcase close to her body, taking another look at the directions Conrad had written out for her. She flashed another grateful smile towards her companion, before taking a step back. If Lucia had taken a step back a moment earlier, she would have most certainly crashed into a running woman dressed in blue running into the cafe.

For a moment, Lucia was distracted by the sudden... loudness. Still rooted in her spot, she couldn't help but listen to an excitable young lady get teased mercilessly by the man that seemed to manage the cafe. Whatever- or whoever [i]'The Methuselah of Paris'[/i] was, they seemed very important. The name didn't seem to ring a bell in Lucia's mind, but she was never one to be much aware of anything that happened around her.

Lucia blinked, before realizing she was rudely eavesdropping on a conversation she wasn't a part of- even though said conversation was... very loud. The other patrons didn't seem to mind, but Lucia started to feel uncomfortable, feeling as if she had just been caught. [color=aa4846]"I-I suppose I-I'll be taking my leave. T-thank you again, Mr. Richter, and I h-hope you have a n-nice day."[/color]

And with that, Lucia took her leave, making her way back to the airport with the hope she wouldn't get lost once again...[/indent]