Fighting For Love

V - Beers & Raindrops

    When raindrops fell...

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     Chapter 5: Beers & Raindrops

October the 4th, 1939, 22:50

Frankfurt, Germany

     Dozens of people were around the square: the Theater was crowded, the queue was so huge it went past the doors, the cafés were filled to the top - and, dare I say, overflowing - with all kinds of people drinking coffee and eating a good apfelstrudel while casually chatting, or, for the lucky ones, flirting.

     Also, much to my surprise, there were tons of breweries, all of them equally crowded. I would spend the whole night if I were to enter every single one around the square searching for him and even then I am not sure I would have found him. I realized I needed help from someone.

     Two lovely ladies, both around 25: the left one, ginger, wearing a white dress flowered in red and a felt hat that looked like a helmet; the right one, blonde, wearing a, also white, polka dot dress and the same weird felt hat.

     What is going on in the fashion field lately?

     "Good evening, ladies," I said, interrupting their loud conversation.

     They exchanged a strange look between themselves and then looked at me, with a smirk.

     "What can I help you with, sir?" Asked the ginger. Her breath was a strong indication that she had been drinking too much.

     "I am looking for a man."

     "So are we." Interrupted the blonde. I tried to say something in response but stammered. She laughed.

     "Please, forgive my sister." Said the ginger, holding her laughter as well "She had one too many drinks, right, Helga?" The last couple of words were louder than the rest.

     The blonde, Helga, as I learned, laughed. "Don't be a saint, Annegret, you too took more shots than usual."

     "That's not the point! Don't you remember when you and that boy..." "Oh, but back in Köln you would...", "But that was all because you..." "I don't care, you're always so..." They argued, in an incessant - but still rather interesting - back and forth.

     I was feeling really uncomfortable listening to the whole sister-vs-sister discussion and was just about to leave when Annegret, the ginger, finally said something that was not about her sister.

     "You were saying something about a man, right?"

     "Yes, ma'am. I am trying to meet him, he said he would be in a brewery."

     "Then you came to the right people, dear," said Helga. "We have gone to all the breweries around the square tonight!"

     "That's certainly not something to be proud of, Helga," said Annegret, her cheeks getting redder and matching perfectly with her hair. Helga shrugged, "anyway, how is the man like? We can help you find him."

     "He is slim, a little taller than me, blonde hair, also wearing military clothes."

     "Wait, doesn't he have an eye of each colour?" Helga asked.