Hanz-Eren smiled as Alexia gave her answer. "Very well, then, miss Schultze. With that out of the way, I shall address the matter and arrange for an interview." He pulled out a notebook, and jotted something down. He tore out the piece of paper and handed it to her. The note said, in rather elegant handwriting;<span style="font-style: italic">Corner of Stalin Alee and Jakoby Straße, 12:30 p.m.</span>He sat back in his chair with a smile. "That's tomorrow. Be there, and I'll have a time and place for the interview." He smiled and sat back.<br/><br/>"With that out of the way, perhaps we can focus on having a pleasant evening." He nodded at the menu. "Do anything strike your fancy? The owner is British, but the chefs are largely Italian. The pizzas and pasta are their best dishes." He took a drag of his cigarette. "That said, the soup's not bad either."