Konig was watering the flowers outside of his shop, admiring the sunshine. He was a pretty quiet guy. He was tall and imposing but he seemed so soft when he spoke.

His eyes drifted to the tattoo shop across the street, where he could see you setting up for your day. You had only started your own tattoo shop a few months ago after your apprenticeship with your previous shop, but you were already incredibly busy. Konig thought you worked very hard, and he admired that.