Hans made his way to the cafe for lunch, in a particularly foul mood. The shipments that demanded his attention were ridiculous- he could not believe the increase in supplies that was needed, and where the outgoing shipments were bound for...

It disturbed him, frankly, the jigsaw of logic his brain was trying to piece together. He wasn't sure he wanted to see the whole picture.

He glanced around the crowded cafe, and was beginning to think he might have to go all Nazi and commandeer a seat when he spotted Benoit, reading the newspaper, of course. His annoyance softened into amusement. How fitting that he'd be sitting there like this.

"Excuse, please - but may I join you?" Hans couldn't help but echo the words Benoit had spoke to him at their first meeting. "The other tables are full."