Luca felt a bit dazed as he followed the person ahead of him, leaving the food line.
Some people couldn't resist eating as they walked. Having been starved for so long, Luca also couldn't help but lower his head and take a bite of the dark bread, its rich aroma filling his mouth.
He greedily shoved a few more mouthfuls in, but the dry bread caught in his throat. Only then did he remember how little water he'd had on the ship; his lips were already dry and cracked.
Luckily, he had soup.
Luca gulped down two mouthfuls of soup. Droplets of oil clung to his lips, and the savory scent wafted straight into his nostrils.
"This is delicious!"
By the time he got to the next line, Luca had already stuffed all the bread into his belly and finished the soup.
'It wasn't even salted, but I still want another bowl... even half a bowl would do.'
The line kept moving forward as more people joined from behind. Luca waited, bored.
