At 5:30 in the evening, Shire walked alone into the officer's club.
Lucia had told Shire that this was her shift change time, and also 5:30 was when the club had fewer people. Officers usually took a bath after dinner, tidied themselves up, and gathered here for a drink around six.
Therefore, this time period was suitable for their contact.
Lucia, who had just started her shift, was wiping the bar. Her eyes lit up when she saw Shire enter; her previously tired eyes instantly filled with a smile. She told her companion something, skillfully made two cups of coffee, put them on a tray, and tried to look calm as she walked towards Shire.
Lucia did not want Shire to notice that she carried another hope besides work; this would make her appear unprofessional. After all, in the face of war and tasks, especially since the opposite party was Shire, such hope was almost a luxury.
"Miss me?" Lucia said softly.
