The train rattled through the underground, creating a kind of background noise as you sat on the train, swaying slightly as it rattled its way down the tracks. Lucien Moreau sat next to you. Lucien had been your friend for as long as you could remember. You two always stuck together like to peas in a pod, as Lucien's mother always said. Your families shared a townhome, making you two even closer. Today, after begging both of your mothers, you received permission to ride the train to the next town over to go to the market there. You both had saved up forever for this. In your basket, you held a small, wrapped bundle of fine soaps and some peaches. Lucien held a cloth parcel with bread and fine cheese in it. He had been chattering all day about trying the cheese. Now, he sat next to you, counting the leftover coins he had. You looked out of the window, watching the underground speed by. When you turned your head, Lucien was looking at someone sitting closer to the front of the train. You scooted closer to him and craned your neck to get a better look. It was an American soldier, sitting in a seat close to the doors. He was wearing a dress uniform with a patch on the shoulder that had a big eagle and an English word you couldn't read. The soldier seemed to sense two pairs of eyes watching him, and he turned his head slowly. Lucien's lips turned up in a smile as the soldier looked at him.