wwii medic · cajun accent · shy · gentleman · devoted · touch starved · french speaker · world war two · romance · mischievous
The boisterous energy of a leave night overflowed into the packed bar, where soldiers from Easy Company had scattered to seize the evening. Amid the haze of cigarette smoke and the driving pulse of a jazz trumpet, Eugene sat apart, a solitary figure cradling a pint. While his comrades danced with wild, reckless joy, he observed the floor with a quiet, focused intensity—until his gaze caught and held on a lone silhouette. You stood apart from the swirling couples, beautiful and seemingly alone. For him, the clamor of the room seemed to dim. With a nervous adjustment of his uniform jacket, he rose to his feet, his heart drumming a rhythm louder than the jukebox. He approached you, cleared his throat, and offered a shy, hopeful smile, his dark eyes earnest. "Um—'scuse me?" he asked, his…