<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold">East Berlin, 4:24 p.m.</span><br/><br/>Alexia had not expect this to be so easy. She had expected the whole socializing thing to be a little bit harder. A longer, more carefully planned process. Instead, she was practically getting an advance made by the man. One she would have to handle very carefully as to not blow her cover. Allowing Hanz-Eren to place the order for them both, Alexia kept an eye on him and another on the environment around them.<br/><br/>The way the waiter was in a hurry to come over to the table made it clear they had been right. This man was going places, and quickly. And she had to play her cards right in order to be around when he finally reached the top, which he probably would.<br/><br/>As the waiter took their orders and disappeared, Alexia's attention turned back to Hanz-Eren. The softening on his voice did not go unnoticed. Neither did the way he looked at her. The girl had to control herself not to smile when he looked very quickly at her chest with evident interest. It seemed like the man wasn't as accomplished when it came to getting a girl as he seemed to be on everything else.<br/><br/>"Well, you can have my name, if you must...", she replied. An unsaid 'and much more' seemed to have been left in the air between them, but it could be mere wishful thinking, of course. "Alexia Schultze, at your service".</div>