Victoire remembered the man. The somewhat shy, rather handsome blonde German she had met in the park writing a postcard to his sister. She returned the smile. At work, it didn't matter whether or not she liked someone, she was supposed to be smiling and sexy and appealing (unless, of course, clients overstepped their bounds -- but that was another matter entirely). Though Victoire didn't really have a problem with Anton, aside from the fact that he was a German soldier.

"Hello," she replied, noting his improvement. "Your French is much better!" The woman pulled out a glass and a bottle of schnapps for him. "And how are you this evening?"