Antje bristled. He sounded powerful, athorative. She turned around to see the strange interloper. A man. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen on a person! It was like he were wearing cosmetic contacts, because his eyes very much resembled a husky dog's eyes.
He had a scarf around his neck, under his trip pants like peacoat. She didn't like the look on his face. Maybe she would play her "I don't speak English" game.
"Nicht sie tagzeit, Es ist nightzeit." She replied. Okay, he was much too close to her. Her personal bubble had been penetrated. Antje waited for a response, finding it thrilling to discover maybe another person who speaks Germany. It was certainly a good conversational piece...