January the second, 1943

Berlin, Germany

Leo

 

  I decided to head out to the Romanisches café.I loved heading over there for a drink, seated at the round marble tables, surrounded by the neo-Romanesque architecture. Once I stepped inside I was met with a group of men, all blonde haired and blue eyed. They  had the same uniforms, decorated here and there with medals and collar patches.

Stabsscharführer.

Had to be.

Most Nazis were away in other places like Kraków and Belgium.

These men were not meant for combat.

One of them snarled at me, pushing me across.

"Move,"

I gave a look of disgust.

"I would have gladly done so if you had manners."

"manners?Manners? I shall teach you that-"Started the man, his brows furrowing.

Oh, Leo what mess have you gotten into?!

Heck do i know if I'll still be alive-

"He's with me, Heinrich," Said a voice from behind.

It was a boy, around two years older than me, with a mop of blonde hair, pale aAegean blue eyes.

"You know him?" Asked Heinrich, very cynical at the boy's claim.

I don't know him either.

How does he know me?

Did he stall me before?

Who is he?

An old classmate?

A forgotten enemy?

"Oui, I'll be back this evening." Said the boy, waving his hand dismissively.

Oui.

That's french.

As they made their way out of the café, He turned to me.

"Coffee, perhaps?"

"Ja, I was planning to get one…."

The boy snapped at a waiter

"Two coffees ,der Herr.''

"...myself…" I finished.

The boy continued to smile at me.

"Renada tol