<div align="center">(http://media.nowpublic.net/images//85/8/858e2f630461342c83c9f7c468de0fb3.jpg)</div><br/>Christophe smiled softly as his gaze fell upon the couple sitting two tables away from his, their backs were to him so they had no idea that an old man was watching their romance unfold.<em>Much the better</em>he thought to himself as shifted his gaze, not wanting to be lecherous. It never failed to amaze him how even though the world around him had exploded, some things just never changed. People lived, they loved, and they died...sadly it seemed to him that ever since the bastard Nazis had arrived there had been far to much of the latter when compared to the prior two.<br/><br/>As these thoughts ran through his head Christophe let his eyes once again roam the restaurant, ever since he was a young boy he'd always enjoyed coming here and it seemed fitting to him that this would be the place where he and those with goals similar to his would meet to plan out their actions. He didn't worry about being caught or turned in. The restaurant's owner  was one of his closest friends and Christophe knew that the man would sooner kill himself then give anything to the Nazis. As he continued to scan the restaurant he payed special attention to the door, he knew there would be 'associates' arriving soon...