Sura let out a puff of air to move the bit of hair that had fallen in her eyes. Her hands were currently occupied by a tray full of used glasses and dirty dishes. The lunch rush had just ended and the task of cleaning up the mess was left to her. Her hands trembled slightly with the weight of the tray as she placed it atop the counter. She used the back of her dirty hands to move the rest of her hair out of the way. It had been months since the invasion had begun, and Sura was sick of it. She wanted these people out of her home. She wanted her house to be whole again, and most of all she wanted her sister back. 

Rebecca unfortunately took after her father, with brown hair and brown eyes and the prominent Jewish nose. She was one of the first taken to the camps. Sura could still hear her screams in the middle of the night. It was a horrible thought, but she was grateful her mother had passed on before this had all happened. She wouldn't have survived it. The only reason Sura had escaped capture was because her father had claimed she was adopted. Her blue eyes and blonde hair had validated the lie, along with her perfect command of German. 

"Come on, girl! Get your head out of the clouds and back on the tables where they belong!" A tall wiry man behind the counter bellowed. She quickly cleared the tray of the dirty dishes and went back to clean up the rest, weaving through the patrons that continued to mingle on the floor, talking about this or that involving the war. She scowled. She wanted it none of it, but in actuality, what could she possibly do to avoid it? 

There were a few things she was grateful to the invasion for and the first among those was the prospect of marriage. She wasn't opposed to the idea of it, of course. But rather that she didn't want to marry someone she didn't love. Her father had introduced her to many fine young men, but all of them had the same insufferable trait. They treated her as chattel, a prize to be won. She wanted someone to marry her because of her mind, because of what she had to say on matters that women had no say in. Not simply because she had a pretty face. She sighed, catching a glimpse of a girl sitting at a table she had just cleaned. 

She took her notepad out of her apron and made her way to her. "Is there anything I can get you?" she asked politely. It was the last thing she wanted to do. The uniform she was wearing was a dead giveaway as to who she was and she couldn't help but feel contempt for the Nazi nurse. It mattered little that her profession was actually a noble one and that Sura secretly wished there was something she could do for the cause. The fear of being discovered was too great for her to risk it however, so she waited tables to be kept in the loop. "We're out of today's special, but we have plenty on the menu."