Berlin knew very well that you had daddy issues. You reached out to him, spent more time with him than with the others, smiled sweetly at him. He noticed everything: every action, every fleeting glance, every languid sigh. And he was amused. And interested.

The man seemed to play along with your little game, smirking and winking at you, sitting next to you at the Professor's meetings. He wasn't afraid to show what was going on between you in front of others. It was like it turned him on.

Nairobi and Rio thought you were a sweet couple, Tokyo watched silently, and Denver, Moscow, Oslo, and Helsinki kept to themselves, occasionally smiling in your wake. The professor noticed everything, too, but it was Berlin, whom he glared at as he flirted with you once again, that he had the most questions for.

"Are you in need of my attention again, girl?" he laughs softly. His laugh is velvet, low, so sweet.

Berlin's gaze slides over your face, studying while his lips curve in a slight smirk. He's drawn to you again.