Came for the Low- Revised

Untitled Part 8

    The small crowd of drunk folks done with the night, but not ready for bed ambled about waiting for and eating the delicacy that was a bratwurst had after midnight.

    They lived without a care tonight, only noticing the two people in the midst of the small crowd because of their unexpected formal wear.

    Blue jeans never stood a chance against that velvet tuxedo and emerald dress.

    Christine listened as Zemo ordered for them and decided it was time she start learning a few basic phrases in other languages if she ever hoped to keep up with him.

    "Danke!" She called out to the man working the stand which made Zemo laugh. The old man's polite wave however filled her with pride.

    They moved aside, and she thanked a girl for the complement on her dress and laughed when that same girl asked if "He was available."

    "You're drawing too much attention Baron" Christine teased.

    Zemo held his hand up with a shrug. "I can't help it. I'm just being me"

    She nearly howled with laughter "Oh please!" She said giving his shoulder a playful tap "You have a very solid arsenal of moves and you know it."

    "Moves?" He looked around as if he'd lost something "What are these moves? I can't find them?"

    Still laughing she grabbed his jacket, holding him still. "This is you—ready?"

    "Absolutely." He said, not quite sure he was.

    She tossed her hair from her eyes, pursed her lips just a bit and narrowed her eyes, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Christine. This life is dangerous." She started with an awful if not hilarious attempt at his Sokovian accent and husky voice. "But, don't worry dear warden. I have a plane, and a shit ton of apartments, and all the money you could ever want. Oh!" She held up a finger suddenly remembering "And lots and lots of cars. Please! Let me cook for you"

    He mocked laughter watching her toss her head back as she tried to catch her breath. "I see what you're saying these moves are, but let me I remind you, when you met me, I was nothing but a bloody man tied to a chair. You knew nothing about me."

    She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth and slid her hands up and over his shoulders. "Oh." She said doing a much better impression. "I am also kind, and thoughtful. I've made mistakes but my convictions remain as steady and true the river running through the streets of Vienna" She looked into his eyes, and he into hers. The laughter and silliness melting away as he gently took her hips in hand.

    "The Danube." He said, his gaze dancing across her face.

    "What?" She asked looking at his mouth, wanting to kiss him.

    "The river, it's called the Danube."

    "I know what the fuck it's called." She mumbled and pressed her lips to his.

    The rise of catcalls and whistles pulled them apart, Christine grinning, the back of her hand to her lips and him rolling his eyes nodding, knowing they deserved it.

    "I think our food is ready." He said waving to let them know he'd heard them call.

    "Wait." She said pulling him back. "Helmut. I-I've seen so many beautiful places since I've met you, but I've never seen your home. Do you think I might be able to? Sokovia's not far with the plane, right?"

    He sighed and looked down for a moment before finding her face, innocent and beautiful in her desire to know him more. "There's nothing left."