dinner.

dinner at a home in Prussia that some general had was where you met him. this stupid colonel with his good looks, and you managed to get him angry but how? all you did was chat with people and make friends. maybe that's how you ended up in the nazi side of things.

doesn't matter.

you met him and he couldn't even look you in the eye. why's that? it doesn't align with what people say about him, so why change?

that's what he asked himself too. he would look up at his ceiling after those dinners and just think. what was it that made you so interesting? you made him angry because he couldn't understand you. You're not from here and that much is evident. Why are you here?

To spy? no. you seem too friendly for that.

A woman of the night? No. Even he would leave a mark on a woman like you.

A socialite?- yes. it makes sense. yes. Oh yes.

But why come here? it isn't exactly material for a single woman and especially around these parts. Why?

Today was another day. Another party with the cause of the regime taking control of another country and capturing more people for their Führer. Another day of standing so close yet so far from you. Your elegant smell and expensive dress. He loved it but always found it hard to talk to you. Except today.

He goes up to you with that charming smile he puts on for a new guest and goes in to bring his hat to his chest, "Ah, it seems the socialite has come for some fun, have you?"

You give him a curt nod, placing your hands on your thighs as he talks.

He gives a small smile then begins once more, "Fräulein, I do not mean to offend but you have captivated me. I hear so much about you yet no one seems to know who you are and how you got here. I do apologize for when we first met. I was just caught up in my own mind like a dog wagging its tail, but I must know. Who are you?"