Snowy Days
755 Words
The snow had gotten worse as Paris was experiencing one of the worse winters it's ever had. We had no choice but to cancel classes for the time being. I realized that I shot myself in the foot for not going grocery shopping a week earlier, I had run out of food and supplies the weatherman predicted it would get worse as the week so I decided to go to the shops. I was in the store putting my food and supplies in my shopping cart when I bumped into someone.
"I'm so sorry". I said apologetically. The man turned around to look at me.
"You have a thing of bumping into me". He said calmly as he took the bottle of whiskey off the shelf.
"I'm sorry sir".I said nervously playing with my fingers.
"Hans,I thought we were familiar enough for first name basis". He said taking a second bottle.
"Hans". I said and he smiled at me.
"How have you been Grace". He asked. It had been a week since he was in my apartment.
"I'm fine thank you, yourself?". I said and he shrugged.
"So you go shopping during a snowstorm". He said calmly but his tone was chastising me.
"I ran out of food and supplies". I said.
"You could have gotten it earlier Grace it's very irresponsible of you". He chastised and I felt like a little girl being told off by my father.
"Finish up so I can drive you home". He said.
"I can take a taxi". I replied.
"I wasn't asking you". He said and I nodded. I finished up my shopping and he only got four bottles of whiskey and I wondered if he was going to drink that alone. At the till he insists to my dismay to pay for my groceries. I didn't miss the look of surprise on the grocer's face but he chose to remain silent. I looked at his face as he drove to my apartment.
"Why are you looking at me like that". He asked not turning to look at me.
"Why are you nice to me?". I asked the question that had been on my mind since the day we met.
"Why wouldn't I be nice to you". He shrugged.
"Do you want to answer that?". I said and he chuckled unamused.
"I don't believe in racial superiority that the Führer teaches". He said and I furrowed my brows.
"Than why are you fighting for their cause". I said.
"I'm not fighting for that, I'm fighting against the filthy Jews". He said with a look of disgust on his face.
"What?". I said.
"Those filthy Jews destroyed the motherland, you should hate them too they enslaved your people". He said and I furrowed my brows in confusion.
"The Europeans enslaved my people". I said, I thought since he had no problem with Coloreds he wouldn't have a problem with Jews but clearly I was wrong.
"That's what those filthy Jews want you to believe". He said.
"Who told you that Hitler?". I asked bravely.
"Can we stop talking about this". He dismissed me and my shoulders fell. I was interested in the hatred the Nazis had for Jews and I was getting somewhere. We sat in silence for a while until he finally spoke.
"Did I tell you how beautiful you look today". He said and I sighed.
"Why would you say that?". I said.
"Why can't I?". He shrugged.
"You married and I have a fiancee". I said.
"That doesn't mean I can't admire your beauty". He said.
"I'm black you are white". I said and he chuckled.
"I told you, I don't have a problem with the color of your skin". He said and I remained silent for the rest of the ride. We arrived at my apartment and he opened the door for me. He took my groceries and put them in the kitchen.
"There you go". He said when he finished with my groceries.
"Thank you". I said trying to avoid the gaze he had on me.
"Would you like some supper, you drove me here it would be only fair". I said and he nodded.
"Sure why not". He said as he took a seat on the chair in the kitchen.
"Are you going to watch me cook". I said taking off my jacket and putting on an apron.
"There's a lot of things I want to watch you do". He said with a smirk, I knew that man was trouble from that moment.
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