Some random german soldier, it was more of a puppy love situation. 

Audrey would never cheat or have elicit thoughts about anyone else while in a relationship with one person. Her morale on this issue is completely solid.

It hasn’t happened yet, she’s always been the one to break hearts, not purposefully or intentionally but it does happen. 

 ❝ Well darlin’ if I’m not mistaken you can make a cool Mississippi mornin’ swelterin’.  ❞

    A deep breath --         A knock --             A cringing smile --                 He waits. 

    The Lieutenant had been waiting for the colonel’s return for some time now. The young officer had been told he’d only have to wait a few minutes, but those few minutes had turned into hours and Wilhelm was now seated uncomfortably in a little drawing room, chain-smoking cigarettes as though he were about to become a father. He knew little of the colonel’s current meeting, other than that it concerned the mayor of the town they were stationed in. But Wilhelm cared little for the politics of the occupation, and was simply eager to tell his commanding officer about some allegations of civilians listening to forbidden British radio stations. Not that he cared a great deal about this either ( let the French people choose their own sides, he always said, and if they choose the wrong side that’s their own problem ), but he did think the colonel ought to hear about it.     The room, and indeed the house itself, was nice, Wilhelm supposed, as if he had any taste at all when it came to architecture. Nonetheless, he could appreciate the view of the rolling, fertile countryside and the little town nestled below the Manor, which watched over it in an almost tyrannical fashion. And the drawing room was tastefully furnished, its previous inhabitants having fled at the first sign of German invasion. Many of their possessions had been left behind in the family’s hasty retreat, so Wilhelm was able to occasionally rummage through draws and flit through the books when he found himself particularly bored with waiting around.     It was during one of these moments — when tedium had struck him and Wilhelm was attempting to locate a hallmark on the base of a fruit bowl —that he was caught unawares by the presence of someone else in the room with him. He whipped around to face this person with all the guilt of a young child.     ❝ Oh, hello, Fräulein, ❞ he said sheepishly, placing the fruit bowl down and hoping the woman hadn’t noticed him holding it in the first place, ❝ Lieutenant Winter. ❞ He introduced himself with a sharp click of heels and a brief nod. He studied the woman with a mixture of curiosity and caution, unsure of who she was or why she happened to be in the colonel’s home. Still, he smiled at her in that polite but insincere way he smiled at every stranger and awaited an explanation.

The sane part of Jimmy tells him to let it go, that she didn’t mean the things she’d said like the way he heard them. The unstable majority of him says that he’s got to scream and shout a hell of a lot more before all this pent up anger gets released. Incorporating his fists would sure quicken the release, but he hasn’t broken that threshold. Not yet. Hasn’t laid an unfavorable hand on her since they’ve been running about together. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep that up. Each argument he loses more of his control, and removing himself from the situation might no longer work. Maybe the only way to save her is to make her leave.

“ So...could I per’aps in’erest ya in ice cream? S’on me. Would rather we didn’ ‘ang round ‘n dwell on this. He’s gonna feel bad enough when he comes in late ‘n drunk. ”