"Annemarie" she said, extending her hand to Jack. He took it and felt a slight shock in her touch. He hesitated, then gave her his name in return, suddenly mesmerized by her eyes, which were some kind of blue he didn't think he had ever seen before. They were also unmistakably feminine eyes, the kind that let you know instantly the sex of their owner without seeing anything else about her.
"You're an American?" she asked, knowing the answer would be yes. Jack acknowledged that he was, and added that he was in the USAF, stationed nearby at Rhein-Main, which he thought she probably also could have guessed, although Jack had been told since arriving in Germany that he looked more German than most Germans. One person even went so far as saying he looked like he stepped out of an Aryan poster.
Jack asked Annemarie about herself, and she said she was originally from a small German village, but no longer felt she fit in there. She said she would be in Frankfurt for a while, but wasn't sure how long her visit would last. During the course of the conversation Jack learned she was staying in a hotel, but not the one in which the bar was located.
Jack wasn't sure how Annemarie managed to divulge so little information about herself without seeming purposefully mysterious, but she did. He guessed she was about twenty-five years old, making her slightly older than he, but she gracefully avoided his efforts to learn more about her, and he soon realized she was almost solely intent on learning more about him, and on revealing very little about herself.
Seeing that her drink was almost gone, Jack offered to buy his new acquaintance another, and she accepted. They continued talking, mostly about him, despite his best efforts to turn the conversation in a direction where he could learn more about her. She was really good at avoiding questions she didn't want to answer.