<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold">East Berlin, 3:56 the next day</span><br/><br/>Alexia had been anxious for the meeting with Hanz-Eren. Would he even show up for their meeting? Alexia was still a little confused about his attitude. The girl feared that he had lost interest in her for some reason. Her mind tried to remember every little detail of their conversation. Had she said something wrong? Was there a moment she could pinpoint when he had started to look less interested?<br/><br/>A hopeful part of Alexia hoped that he was only busy. If he kept just a little bit of interest in her, the situation could be turned around. She could encourage his interest, and allow it to grow. And once it was large enough, she could satisfy it. <br/><br/>That also made Alexia a little anxious. She was not really a prude, even though she had never had a real male partner. It was not about her personal feelings. It was about the risk she didn't want to run, of giving Hanz-Eren what he wanted and watching him lose interest.<br/><br/>No, she thought to herself. She had to offer much more than a pair of thighs willing to spread. Even though that was a part of the package. <br/><br/>All of this thinking had led Alexia to be on her best behavior. So, two minutes before Hanz-Eren's arrival, she was already there, sitting on the table they had shared during their other meeting. She was wearing a dark blue dress with a white collar and long sleeves. The piece had the double merit of being decent and insinuating Alexia's forms without actually showing them.<br/><br/>When Hanz-Eren stepped inside the restaurant, he could see a discreet wave being made in his direction, along with a smile. Alexia would wait for him to come closer, though, before speaking. "<span style="font-style: italic">Herr</span> Händler", she started. "It is a pleasure meeting you again".</div>