<div style="text-align: justify;">Alexia told Hanz-Eren her story without flinching. She had practiced over and over again. And it was now serving her well. The girl knew that she had to be a natural, and it didn't feel like a difficult thing. When the man insisted in paying for her chocolate, Alexia showed a shy smile and nodded. "Very well. I accept, then. Thank you very much, <span style="font-style: italic">Herr</span> Händler", she murmured quietly. Her icy blue eyes gazed at his for a moment as she spoke. When he waved the waiter over, the girl noticed once again the way the man moved rapidly.<br/><br/>They had been right about Hanz-Eren, that was a fact. He was going places, and probably soon. Keeping silent, Alexia watched the man's interaction with the waiter. She then turned her gaze to Hanz-Eren when he picked up his hat and coat. <br/><br/>Listening to his words, Alexia opened her lips to reply. It was just the beginning of a gesture, as the man left before she could even say something.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The next day, 9:21 a.m., somewhere in East Berlin - Alexia's alleged relatives' home</span><br/><br/>Alexia had a lot to think about regarding her previous encounter with Hanz-Eren. He seemed like a good man, in general. And like an easier to deal with than she had expected. At least for her, Alexia added mentally. She was unsure whether or not a male agent would have had as much success as she did. It seemed like he was interested in her for much more than a conversation.<br/><br/>Alexia knew that if she spent more time with Hanz-Eren, things would probably come to a point where intimacy would be expected of her. That had been a part of the briefing given to her when she had accepted the mission.<br/><br/>But Alexia had every plan of securing a closer proximity before allowing Hanz-Eren to touch her. At least a promise of something more. But it would have to wait for the next day...<br/><br/>With an impatient sigh, Alexia stopped midway through a sentence in the book she had before her eyes and stood up. "<span style="font-style: italic">Aunt</span> Gerda", she called out. "I am taking a quick walk around the block, if you don't mind!", the girl announced, before slipping out of the house. She longed for action, but time was running at its own pace, and all she could do now was wait.</div>