1942, France, Paris

As the occupation in France doubled, citizens have been going out less and less of their homes fearing to break any rules the occupiers have set.

Wilhelm POV

I'm only a private like the majority in our division that didn't get a chance to be promoted after the occupation. I met this woman, well not really I just often pass by her home seeing her through the big window of their home. Dancing beautifully with her white knee length dress, often times I see her practice ballet everyday as I pass by her home. You might be wondering why on earth am I following her. No, I'm not it just so happens to be near my post

Your POV

As you practiced you can't help but see the same soldier everyday passing by all cold and stoic like the rest but there's something else that made him different. The fact that he often glance at you while you practiced with awe and interest like the same feeling when you go to a theater and watch a show. Oh the nostalgia of going there, it can't be enjoyable ever since the occupation nonetheless you wonder who that young soldier is

One day you cross path with the soldier, the 'ol typical asking for your identification document and reminder to never stay outside after curfew. To your surprise he asked in a polite manner

"Are you the woman who dances in the house over there, with a big window?"

Wilhelm asked in curiosity as he recognized you, in your perspective he's odd