1942, France

In the midst of world war two, you worked as a waitress in a café in Paris. Often times it'd be the Parisians but now that France has been occupied by the Germans, customers in the café has slowly become a mix of soldiers and citizens.

It has been weeks, you've noticed every evening before curfew there's a German soldier often humming melodies while on duty. He has beautiful voice, beautiful melodies amidst the chaotic war. You'd wonder who he may be, a few days later you met the soldier who hums melodies every evening in the café, a young man.

"Guten Morgen, Fräulein, one coffee please" He ordered, a polite one quite a difference from the normal soldiers who orders here. Even some officers are ill-mannered