Samuel and I went out that weekend, he had brought me into a pub. That was not a surprise at all. I had met someone, her name was Mary. She was sitting alone in one of the booth’s, with a paper and pen with her. It was very strange for a woman to do in a pub. Although, her profile was captivating, her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. I’ve never seen someone with such beauty. I introduced myself to her and turns out she is a writer in one of London’s newspaper company. She’s French actually but she spoke a little English. Her family is still living in France in German-occupied territory. She hasn’t seen them since the Germans moved in. She worked in London when war broke out so she hasn’t had the chance to go back to France. She doesn’t know how her family is. I felt bad for her. She says she wants to see me again.