Michel walked into the cafe, intending to sip a small coffee at the bar before heading back to work early, when he spotted him.
He sat alone, with only a small sandwich and some water in front of him, and a look of quiet pain on his face. His coat may have been that of an SS officer, but, Michel reasoned, even the SS are human sometimes.
He picked up his coffee and made his way to the table.
"Excusez-moi, mon Herr. May I join you? The other tables are full."