Beauty and the Beast

Das Winelokal

"You don't drink?" he asks, laying his cap on the table.
His white teeth gleam in the dim lights of the bar as he smiles almost teasingly at her. Sitting across from him, she almost swoons. He looks so handsome, so deliciously arresting, that to say that she doesn't feel a rush of pride whenever she looks at him would be a blatant lie.
He is her entire world, right from when she wakes up, to when she goes to sleep at night. She cuts school, sneaks out of her parents house to see him. She would break every single rule for him. And she knows he knows, and she knows it makes him happy.
"No, I don't," she says, because she has no reason not to tell him the truth. He understands her, more than anyone else. Her emotional fragility, her mood swings—everything.
"I don't, but for you I will."
His eyes light up with childish joy. Reaching across the table, he twines his fingers with hers.
She pauses to look at their clasped hands as he turns to greet a few of his fellow naval officers. They fit so well together, like two puzzle pieces. Just like the rest of them. She always felt so complete, so validated by not just him but by the whole world whenever she was with him.
He slides her a beer. She stares at the foaming top, then at him.
"Go on," he says. "It's alright if you don't like it."
The taste is putrid. She nearly crushes his fingers as she squeezes his hand, doing all she can to swallow and hold it in.
He slides off the barstool and rounds the table. Gathering her in his arms, he kisses her full on the lips. It is such an electrifying kiss, with open mouths, tongues meeting in the middle, his hands in her hair, hers on his shoulders.
"I love you," he says. "I love you so much."
She echoes his sentiments, feeling as though she will combust from happiness as she lowers her forehead to his, staring deep into his blue eyes.
They aren't afraid anyone will catch them. In the shadowy gloom of the bar everything is permitted, one can do as one likes.
He sits on the barstool next to her. "Do you still want to finish it?"
"I don't know," she says. "Should I?"
"It's good money."
She sighs. "You ought to have let me pay for it. I'd be more than happy to throw around a few marks for you."
He laughs. "Ah, but that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me, would it?"
She takes another sip of beer, screwing her face up at the taste. He watches her take yet another one with affectionate amusement.
He has known her for a few months now, and if it weren't for the fact that her father is so strict, he would have already stood at the altar with her a long time ago. She is so beautiful, so arresting that she's kept his eyes off of countless pretty girls ever since their first meeting.
She stands up, taking his hands. For a second, she just looks at him, letting her heart expand to twice its size with nothing but love for him as her eyes drink in the sight of him like a dehydrated person. He deftly pulls her into his lap and bends her head back over his arm, kissing her so passionately the world spins all of a sudden and then it is just the urgency, the need, the passion of the kiss all around her, like tidal waves. They melt into each other, like they're the only ones in the world and all they need is each other.

Who do you think these people are? ;)