Bruno was becoming uneasy with the girl’s reactions, and he debated shooting her. After all, Nazi soldiers weren’t well liked, and he didn’t like the idea of being murdered by some angry Jewish girl. He decided on leaving his gun where it was. There was no point in hurting her as long as she was no threat, but he didn’t want to underestimate her either, so he fingered a large dagger in his pocket. It was his hope that if the girl tried something, he could pull out the knife and kill her before she had a chance to do any real damage.

As Lola decided to step out of the water, Bruno looked away, waiting for her to dress as he was sure she must have been taking a bath and he didn’t want to be rude by looking on her if she wasn’t modest. He swallowed nervously while staring at his food. He didn’t normally do well in dangerous situations such as these. He’d seen many men die because they’d trusted a stranger, and he didn’t want to be one of those men. “How dangerous could she be?” He whispered in his mind, trying to calm his nerves. War had a way of making even the strongest men nervous.

As the river girl, that’s what he’d decided to call her until he found out her name, sat at the fire with him, he offered up a warm smile. Her clothing rather caught him by surprise, but he didn’t say anything and tried not to stare. He wasn’t even sure how old she was for one thing, and he didn’t want to be a pervert for another. He did however determine that she must have been a gypsy. Most normal Jewish girls were very modest due to their religious views.
She seemed confused for a moment, and he frowned. Did she not speak German? It would be a pity if she didn’t. He had found himself looking forward to having some company other than violent ruffian Nazis. She cursed lowly in what he assumed was French due to the soft curve of the language. He sighed softly in disappointment. He did not speak any French which meant he could not communicate with this girl, but his sorrow was short lived when she managed to use a bit of somewhat rusty German. His face brightened into a mischievous smile. “I am completely alone.” He said in an attempt to reassure her she was safe. “I sent the other’s home already so I could have some time away from them. They can be savages and sometimes I need a break.” He sighed in relief and comfort. “I haven’t had a conversation with a pleasant human being in months. The men in our barracks are so rude and most of them are quite disgusting. I’ve taken to staying in abandoned places so I don’t have to sleep with the other soldiers. They snore.”
He cleared his throat. “Anyway, that’s quite enough about me! It’s quite nice to meet you Lola. I’m to guess you’re from one of the nearby Gypsy camps?” He smiled kindly. “I know food is probably hard to come by these days. You are welcome to the rest of mine if you’d like it. I promise it isn’t gross, and I don’t have germs, so I’d love to share?” He wasn’t sure if she liked him or not. His guess was on not. He didn’t really blame her though. His uniform made him the enemy, and he knew she wouldn’t just let her guard down because he was being nice to her.

Bruno pushed the food over towards Lola, giving her the choice to eat it or not. He placed a few more pieces of wood into the little camp fire and pulled his jacket off. He had a long sleeves shirt underneath, and he eyes Lola curiously. “Are you cold?” He inquired. “You can borrow my jacket if you’d like.” It wasn’t exactly cold outside, but he didn’t want to ask her if she was uncomfortable being so exposed to him. Phrasing it that way seemed rude and uncalled for.