France, September 22nd 1803
8:50 PM
Lucius was waiting in the line to get his dinner. Some people, who were not soldiers, always stayed in the camp in order to make food the soldiers themselves.
Lucius sighed. 'What a long line. This is gonna take a while,' he thought.
"Hey, Lucius," Lukas called, walking towards him while waving his at the black-haired boy.
Lucius looked towards the voice. "L-Lukas," he mumbled before shaking his head. "What do you want?" the black-haired boy asked.
Lukas simply showed him an innocent smile while trying to finally reach him.
Lucius couldn't help but to find that smile coming from Lukas pretty adorable, however, he immediately shook off those thoughts.
Soon, Lukas was finally there. "Come with me and Herman to talk about the strategy," he said.