Hanz-Eren looked to Alexia and gave a brief smile in her direction. He walked over to the table and had himself a seat, taking off his hat and coat in a similar manner to the previous encounter. He seemed to have made himself a little more neat this time around - his hair smoother, recently trimmed beard, and a fresh suit by the looks of it. "Good evening,<span style="font-style: italic">Fraulein</span>Schultze. I am glad to see you remembered our agreement." He defuses the situation with a gentle smile. He waves the waiter over - another waiter this time, apparently of Italian descent. This man seemed a lot more easygoing than the previous - he clearly prioritized Hanz-Eren, but he didn't make it obvious. Hanz-Eren nodded at the man. "A menu, please." As the waiter handed them a menu, Hanz-Eren pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and opened it. "Do you smoke,<span style="font-style: italic">Fraulein</span>?"<br/><br/>Regardless of weather she took one, Hanz-Eren took one for himself and lit it. He offered the menu to Alexia. "I have it memorized. You just go ahead and take your pick. And do not be shy, tonight is a night of celebration." Hanz-Eren certainly seemed in a splendid mood, for reasons that the uninitiated could never guess.