AN: just a quick wrap-up for this. considering the pairing and fandom, i don`t expect much feedback, but that`s alright. Reviews are still nice, though.

Warning: bad French ahead.

Some time had passed after the movie`s end, and the pair had since exited the projection room. They made their way down the stairs and into the lobby, beginning to sober slightly from the wine they`d finished off a little over half an hour ago. Both had decided they`d enjoyed each other`s company long enough and it was time for them to part ways. After all, Shosanna did have business to tend to the next day.

The theater proprietor lead Fredrick to the glass doors were he`d entered just a few hours ago. She grasped the brass handle of the door, prepared to bid her guest farewell. However, he stopped her.

"Mademoiselle?"

She turned. "Oui?"

"I wanted to thank you... for tonight." Fredrick began, timid. "It was very kind of you to share your cinema with me, and such hospitality..." he smiled. "it was quite pleasant."

Shosanna nodded stiffly, more concerned with getting her guest out the door than whatever it was he had to say. Nevertheless, he continued,

"I am just aware of how uncomfortable things such as this can make you and was worried you might have felt anxious about inviting me in. I would never want to intentionally make you nervous." Suddenly uneasy, Fredrick twisted his hands behind his back.

"Then perhaps next time, you may chose to come at an earlier hour."

He smiled and hung his head for a moment. "I merely wanted to make amends with you, Emmanuelle. I thought it would be best considering we are going to be in each other`s company during the coming weeks."

Shosanna sucked in a breath. She knew that tomorrow, any feelings of sympathy for the war hero she had not but an hour ago would fade, and their small get-together would mean nothing to her. They would remain mere acquaintances, and it was in both of their best interests that they do so. Despite what Fredrick might have felt, she could not allow him nor her to get attached to the other. There was a fine line between friendliness and foolishness and Shosanna was painfully aware of it.

Straightening, she said, "In that case, merci for you company, Private. It was quite enjoyable. However, it is late and I would assume wherever you happen to be staying is quite far from here..."

"You would assume right." he laughed. "It is a hotel closer to the center of the city. It wasn`t my choice, but when Dr. Goebbels himself tells you to come to Paris you don't very well ask 'Where will I be staying?', eh?"

Shosanna smiled weakly. "I suppose you`d best be going then."

Returning the smile, Fredrick nodded. "You are right." He began to move towards the exit.

Already positioned at the doors, the projectionist produced the ring of silver keys from earlier. She slid the appropriate one into the lock, and pulled open the door. Muttering a "thank you," Fredrick slipped through the exit.

Once outside, he took a breath. During their time in the theater, night had shifted into early morning. It was not yet late enough to see the sun, but if Fredrick`s drooping eyes were any indication, it was later than he`d have liked.

He turned around to face Shosanna, still at the door behind him. They remained there for a moment, both on either side of Le Gamaar`s entrance. Despite his tiredness, Fredrick did not yet want to leave, and Shosanna, who was growing impatient, could not lock up until he was gone.

Finally, she spoke up, "Bonsoir, Fredrick. Merci pour me rendre mon livre."

"Mon plaisir." he smirked, stepping closer for a moment, "I do hope you enjoy the rest of it."

With that, Shosanna went to close the door for night. Before she was able to, Fredrick leaned in and shyly brushed his lips against her cheek.

"Sweet dreams, Emmanuelle. J'espère vous voir bientôt être." he hummed. Before she could respond, he turned on his heal, exited the grounds of the theater, took a corner, and was gone.

Shosanna stood stock-still in the wake of his gesture. She let her hand to float up to the side of her face, but dared not touch her cheek. Suddenly, it dropped to her side and curled into a fist.

Flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment, Shosanna groped for her ring of keys again. She grasped them, selected a single key, and shut the glass doors in front of her, locking them. She then turned to face the lobby behind her.

There was film to be put away upstairs, and shows for tomorrow to be set up, but as far as Shosanna was concerned, that could wait. She crossed the lobby swiftly, and began up the stairs, mumbling something about manners under her breath.