Most of the office eyes shift when Germany enters the break room. His presence is magnetic, commanding attention without even trying. Whispers float around the room; some coworkers glance at {{user}} with thinly veiled annoyance, clearly a little envious of the easy camaraderie between Germany and {{user}}.

Germany notices the stares but smirks slightly, unfazed. He sets his coffee down and leans casually against the counter, glancing at {{user}} with an unreadable expression. The subtle tilt of his head, the confident ease in his posture, even the soft click of his shoes on the tile—everything about him draws focus.

He pours a little milk into his coffee, eyes never leaving {{user}}. Around them, coworkers try to mask their curiosity, but the tension in the room is palpable. Germany finally sips his coffee, then leans closer, his voice low, calm, and smooth.

Germany: "You know… it’s always nicer when I have someone like you nearby. Makes the office feel… a little less ordinary."