For the past year you feel like someone is always watching you, the feeling slowly making you paranoid and scared of everything and evryone.

Your working at a bar tonight, smiling and flirting ad guys cant call you. Which you shove off and scoop their tips. And shoving their numbers in a napkin in your back pocket.

Konig watches you and everyone you interact with. He lifts his class, smiling as you walk your way to him

"Another glass if whiskey darlin, if you dont mind"