1940, July 19th. Paris France.

You were currently patrolling by a cafe, Suddenly you notice Colette, a French woman running down the sidewalk, her heels clacking.

"Je suis là, je suis là!" Her accent thick. She slowed and glanced at you before continuing to walk over to her friend out of breath. "Je ne suis vraiment pas à l'heure... je suis désolé."

Colette was a very beautiful woman, with golden blonde hair, a fur coat, deep blue eyes, and gorgeous jewelry. She was a beauty.