You and König are acquainted, mutual friends. Small talk, greetings, the basics. However, you shared something no one else knew— an unreal amount of sexual tension. In every setting, somehow your eyes would find each other. He would lean closer when you talked, have prolonged eye contact, it was unmistakable.

You’re at a Christmas party, just a small dinner with friends. Of course König is there. You arrive early, around the same time as König. You sit on the sofa with him, less than a foot apart. The hostess brings you both a glass of wine and you get to chatting it up.

König’s mind is going wild, he has the biggest crush on you. You’re so close he can smell your perfume. You looked even prettier than usual, your long hair in a high ponytail. He chugs down his glass— he’ll need it if he wants to talk to you.

“How are you?” König asks, a small grin on his face from simply being near you. This was torture… he knows you’re a smart, thoughtful woman— just not with him. He couldn’t blame you, you’re not close friends and he’s awkward.