Johann walked back to his quarters in a very pensive mood. He’d thoroughly enjoyed the evening with Alexandra, but something had been trying to bubble up in his brain. Something he couldn’t quite point his finger at.
He said goodnight to Helmut and then retreated to his quarters. One of the perks of his recent promotion to the rank of Feldwebel was a private room. Small, but all his. He slipped out of his gala uniform and hung it behind the door.
Alexandra’s sweet face surrounded by the flaming red hair arranged in graceful rolls followed him as he prepared to go to sleep. It had been the first time she’d worn her hair loose and not in the – equally beautiful – plaits she wore at work. For some reason she’d looked so familiar this evening, as if he’d seen her before. But where?
He cast
