The restaurant was a quiet, rather small Italian place, and was quite hard to miss in the crowd of people. Despite the vast number of visitors, the restaurant was nearly entirely deserted, save for a few people here and there. The transaction with the woman behind the counter was disappointing, as she could barely speak a word of English. This led to Kurt's usually weak attempt at flirting to fail even more than usual. A sigh and several minutes later, a large plate stacked with so much pasta, bread, and garlic that it could give someone a heart attack just by looking at it arrived at his table. A tense minute passed by, before Kurt grabbed his fork and ran it through the heaping pile of pasta.

Or, he was about to, until the message [i]"Nothing's ever mundane in Mundin!"[/i] echoed throughout the plaza. 

Kurt was well aware of the infamous motto. Every single day, he heard the same repeated, cliched message, usually more than once. It followed nearly every address to the public, and it was always there whenever there was an event. Kurt's instinctual rolling of his eyes at this message was overridden by the realization that the celebration was about to begin. Quickly putting his food into a container, he threw money to the waitress and made his way to the square. 

Kurt shoved his way through the throng of people, after realizing that it was much more effective than waiting for people to move out of the way. He drew very close tho the stage, to the point he was close enough to smell the same cologne that made the prime minister infamous. Hoping to see one of his squad mates or, hopefully, Ken Black, Kurt donned his famous shit-eating grin and waited for the speech. Beside him stood a man in glasses with a short hair cut and facial hair, wearing very nice glasses. Kurt made sure to keep his eyes peeled for anyone he knew.

A light chill passed down his spine, despite the relative mildness of the weather. Kurt gently fingered the combat knife he kept sheathed at his side at all times, before moving his hand away. There was no telling what would happen if people realized he brought a weapon here. Then again, considering the fact that some people could literally shoot knives out of their hands, maybe it wasn't so bad to have a weapon.