Daniel Pov Prisoner Of Night And Fog

Chapter 8

I made my way to Golden Phoenix, I waited for a while, I didn't know if Fräulein Müller was going to come.
I started to get a little hot and undid my tie and top button. I leaned on the counter, waiting for Fräulein Müller to arrive, I never gave a time, so I knew she could arrive within the next hour, maybe two.

I started to get tired and noticed Fräulein Müller entering the nightclub. She had her hair out, long shiny waves down her back, about to the middle of her back. She wore a short black cocktail dress with lots of sequins. She also had a black band on her head with a black ostrich feature. The dress seemed a little big, but fit her rather well. She looked stunning, I tried to push the thought out of my head.
I saw her looking around, her face in awe, almost like she hadn't seen this place before.

She had walked near here but hadn't seen me "That music, it's American swing" I said.
Fräulein Müller turned to me, I noticed her lips were reddened, and I think she might have some cosmetics on. I felt my heart rate speed up, I noticed that I was right about her dress, it was too big, and the dress's neckline was low, as she pulling it up, she seemed nervous and was looking around.
She took a shaky breath "Swing music is degenerate." She had choked out.
I looked over at her, studying her "Do you like it?" 
Fräulein Müller thought for a few seconds, like she was thinking of an appropriate answer "I've never heard anything like it before" she said, her voice soft, but she had some fierceness, in an attempt to cover her awe.

I turned to the bartender and asked for a beer, I was going to give it to Fräulein Müller since I don't really drink due to religion, I could, but my parents can be a little forceful about it.
The bartender gave me the glass and I pressed it into Fräulein Müller's hand, I remembered last night "You National Socialists clean up well" I commented, remembering what she said, wanting the Nazis to be addressed by their proper name.
Fräulein Müller flushed and pulled her dress's collar up; I didn't realise she was that uncomfortable with it.
She also seemed uncomfortable or embarrassed about my comment "Thank you" she said quietly, not very sure of her words.
Fräulein Müller gave the glass back, "I can't accept a gift from you--" she muttered, I didn't know if it was because she doesn't drink, or...
"From a Jew, you mean?" I said, not able to keep anger from my voice "You certainly beat your Hitler's drum, don't you?" I grabbed the drink and put it down, harder than I had intended, making some of the drink spill, Fräulein Müller looked taken aback. "Will sitting with me offend your delicate sensibilities or must we stay standing?" I asked, getting confused by her actions. She is willing to be here, but not really cooperate, she seems like a nice enough person, but she still seems to have a strong dislike.

Fräulein Müller seemed shocked at my outburst, her face softened, almost in a slight apology "I'm sorry" she muttered, and I waved her off.
It was stupid for me to be frustrated over something like that, she was raised to hate me "Forget it. Let's sit down" I said, trying not to cause a scene, it's the last thing either of us want.
We found a table against the wall, and with some luck we can stay hidden from view and not draw attention to ourselves. 
I saw that Fräulein Müller was looking around, having a worried expression on her face, rather odd, she doesn't need any real reason to do so, no NSDAP people would be here. I couldn't take it much longer and asked her. 

"Why do you keep looking about?" I asked, getting her attention "You needn't worry about getting caught with me. I doubt any of your NSDAP friends would come into a place like this." I explained, hoping she calms down a little.
She looked to me shocked and shook her head "No, it's just I've never been to a nightclub before" she said, her face red from embarrassment.
I was shocked, I've been here for a short time, and she's been here her whole life, yet I've been to quite a few places already "How is it I've lived in this city for only a month and I suspect I've seen more of it than you have?" I joked lightly.
Fräulein Müller looked down "I'm not allowed" she muttered, embarrassed. I was in shock, but it's more or less understandable since my parents won't let my sisters do that, one of them is the same age as Fräulein Müller.