A short story about the memories of forbidden love in times of war. Translated into English from another language.

A chance encounter, or a twist of fate? "She looks back along the beach and sees the line of his deep boot prints, alongside her shallow bare footprints, and he pauses too and follows her gaze. "What's your name?" he asks her. As she answers him, she realises that she cannot pretend she does not already know his name."