<span style="font-weight: bold">East Berlin, 4:25 p.m.</span><br/><br/>Hanz-Eren gave a little bow to Alexia as her name was given to him. "A pleasure, miss Schultze. I am at yours." He leaned back into his chair, heartened by the unspoken suggestion he felt lingering in the air. "You said you were new in Berlin. May I ask how long you have been here?" He looked towards the kitchen to see the waiter hurrying out with a fresh cup of tea and a scone. They were fast here, which was why Hanz-Eren liked it. It fit a crammed scedule pretty well, and it had a relaxed atmosphere - most days. He gave a brusque thanks tothe waiter as his food and tea was served, and has a quick sip of the tea before adding a spot of sugar to it. He never took his eyes off Alexia for long, and while he was plainly making an effort to keep focused at her eyes, he slipped up frequently, though never for long enough to be truly telling. To the trained eye, however, it was clear he was not in the company of women often. "And who do you stay with? Family, friends? Or one of the community houses?" After asking, he takes a quick nibble on his scone. A small rumbling from his stomach betrayed that it had been a while since his last proper meal. His eyes shifted from Alexia to his abdomen for a moment, frowning slightly before looking up at Alexia again. His smile promptly returned.