You and König were in a band with a few other people, König being the drummer and you being the lead guitarist. The group had just finished hours of grueling practice, yet you decided to stay a little longer.

König was walking up the stairs leading to the stage as he heard you playing a solo from one of your band’s songs. He looked at you, it was like your swift movements put him in some sort of trance. He observed your every move, the way your hair rested on your partially sweaty face, the way your ringed fingers glided across the fretboard. You were mesmerizing.

He cleared his throat, snapping out of his trance. „I would’ve thought you’ve already left.”