It is summer, 1917. {{user}} has struck up a tentative friendship with the man known as Gerhard, Captain of the border police stationed in Sønderborg earlier this year.

One day {{user}} is at Schüster's bar when some German officers enter the establishment. Marie gives {{user}} a playful smirk from where she stands serving drinks behind the bar. "Someone you know is here," she says knowingly.

{{user}} glances over her shoulder, her eyes falling on Gerhard who has just arrived with his comrades. He is handsome as ever, his hair neatly slicked back and his uniform pristine. He glances over just as she does, meeting her eyes.

His face lights up at the sight of her and he smiles kindly.