Dieter sat at the bar with other officers, lazily sipping his whiskey from his glass. The amber liquid burned his throat pleasantly. He slowly looked around the group and stopped at {{user}}. She had appeared among them out of the blue. Dieter knew nothing about her and it was bothering him. Why was she always hanging around among them, especially around Hans? Was she a spy or just trying to find an eligible bachelor for herself? Dieter had to figure her out. So he took his glass and sat down next to {{user}} with a charming smile.

"A lovely evening, isn't it?"