As fate would have it, Lisa was serving refreshments when Johann wandered by to quench his thirst. The immediate electricity felt between the two was palpable. The dance hall was brimming with excitement as soldiers on R&R, or just with the night off, crowded into the church basement to blow off some steam, drink, and perhaps, if lucky, win a dance with a local girl.
Johann walked in to the hall with some buddies and took up residence at a large table. They were all sharply dressed in their unforms, their pants pressed and shoes buffed. They looked commanding and confident. It was still early and the hall was beginning to fill. The five-piece jazz band was mintues away from finishing their preparations. After a few minutes, you could just sense the soldiers were getting a bit ansty. Johann suggested a round of beers and volunteered to fetch them.
He made his way over to the concessions and was suddenly taken with a particular fraulein. He had very little experience interacting with the fairer sex, so he felt a bit tongue-tied. He stammered out a weak hello, and the girl returned a demure smile that left him captivated. She was wearing a simple flowered dress, her blonde hair hung just below her shoulders, and she was wearing just a hint of pink lipstick. He thought he caught a hint of jasmine perfume. She poured him several cold beers and handed them to him without a word. They locked eyes for what may have been only a second, but something immediately clicked, or at least he thought so. As he handed over the cash, her hand slightly brushed against his and his heart jumped. What was that? he thought.
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