[ starter for @gravityfluxed ]
After a few months of recovery and training, Leon was finally cleared to leave the base in Gibraltar. It had been a busy, almost hectic time, but even he was beginning to feel cooped up, ever-so-slightly. So when Angela notified him that they'd be attending a conference for medical innovation, held in Venice, he was eager to go along.
The first day of the conference had finished up, and so while Angela was having a late lunch with a few colleagues, Leon decided to take a stroll-- he was in a new city, in a new country, after all, so he might as well.
So, naturally, Leon found himself following his nose to a coffee shop. It was small, but looked inviting enough, and the smell alone excited him-- it had been a while since he'd had real, good coffee. Drip and cold brew were fine, but there was definitely a disparity in quality and taste that he could appreciate. And so, he approached the counter to order his drink, plus a dessert.
He paid and was then handed his cannoli, before stepping aside to munch on it while he waited for his caffé shakerato to-go, watching the people meandering past the shop windows.
It was damn near surreal: the last time he'd been in a coffee shop, it was the one he'd worked at on the university campus, and he was still just... a student, just trying to get through it. Now, here he was, halfway around the world, with a completely different... occupation. He certainly would never have guessed it.
(Not to mention the coffee he was awaiting was artisanal shit!)
