"I swear to whichever God you believe in, that this food isn't poisoned," Aletta said as she took a bite to prove him. "See? No cyanide, no sleeping medications. Just a nice sandwich with ham, cheese, tomatoes... lettuce even. Well-buttered, brown bread. I made it myself." She snarled, handing it over and watching him eat. "You eat like a pig," she giggled as she sat down next to him and looked at his leg. She didn't know many young men and the youngest she knew, was Rolf, but he was a grown man, being a "mere" ten years her senior. "Aren't you a bit young to be at war, Ryan? You are still a child. At least you look younger than the soldiers I know... Is this what they do to you there in England?". She shivered. The thought of someone her age - or close to her age - fighting, murdering and slashing people down sent shivers down her spine. All men she knew whom had been sent to fight were typical Aryan men: muscular, strong, tall and patriotic to the bone. Ryan was nothing like that. He seemed fragile, to have good intentions... to be human. She overthought everything and concluded that maybe she didn't<em>need</em>to tell anyone about him, that she could take care of him until war was over. IF that day was ever gonna come. When he had finally finished his sandwich and seemed more relaxed, Aletta kissed him. It was like she was under some sort of spell that made her do so, and when she realised what she had just done, she broke off, apologising and backing away from him. "I am terribly sorry, I don't know what just overcame me. No one can now of this happening. Good evening, Ryan." She ran off into the house, brushing bread crumbs from her blouse and splashed her face with cold water. What<em>in the Führer's name</em>had she been doing?!<br/><br/>Filled up with a feeling of guilt, she let her hair down and started undressing herself. "I belong to Rolf, I love him. I will be Mrs. Blaschke one day and I will not betray him." she spoke to herself as though she needed a mantra, a reminder, a note that would keep her from doing bad things. Speaking of the devil..., she felt a pair of strong arms cling around her waist. "Oh! You scared me!" she turned around, smiling. "I had no idea you were here! I thought you were in the other room, forgive me."<br/><br/>(OOC: I'm planning on writing large paragraphs like these in the future. That way the both of you will be able to write at the same passage. Tell me if you like it or not)