Who: Nicholas and Lucy. Where: An obscure cafe on a narrow side street. When: 1 April 1841 What: Lucy finds comfort in meeting a fellow Briton. Rating: PG? idk.
"Bloody hell," Lucy muttered under her breath as she crossed the street. She had almost stepped in a large puddle of mud. Instead of watching her steps, she had been squinting after one of the newer Nazi vehicles headed away from her down the street. Lucy's stomach lurched; the smell was horrible. Apparently the Germans had been working on a new fuel source that was being imported from Germany. Lucy had heard several people complaining in rapid French last night at the restaurant where she had eaten a meager dinner. No one seemed to know what the fuel was or why it smelled. She was going to work on that.
The weather had warmed considerably over the past couple of weeks and most of the ice and snow had started to melt, leaving small mud ponds in the middle of streets and sidewalks. Spring was coming and Lucy couldn't help but feel a little homesick. Springtime was her favourite back home. If she was at her flat in London, her windows would be open and she would be heading for weekend holidays in the country. Of course, probably not now, not with the Germans bombing the hell out of England. But it was still nice to reminisce.
Lucy slipped down a small side street off of a main boulevard. It was considerably wetter and dank-smelling in the alleyway because the sun didn't shine there as often. She reached her destination and pushed the door open. The room she stepped into was even darker than the alleyway. It was filled with thick smoke, both from cigarettes and another source she couldn't place. There were a few people sitting at small tables drinking various beverages, but most of them were too caught up in their own business to take any notice of the tall blond. A short, stocky man -- the proprietor -- nodded toward her in recognition and greeting. Lucy had found the small cafe a couple of weeks ago by sheer accident. In order to avoid a Nazi officer heading toward her (she didn't like to deal with them if she didn't have to), she had hurried into the alley and kept going until she reached a place to have a sit-down. She liked the mystery of it and it was a good place to think, go over notes, and write. Lucy headed toward a table in the front corner of the building, sitting down and ordering a cup of tea before lighting a cigarette.