It was a normal army day, you were standing in formation with your friend - Konig, who, as always, was unhappy about something, and seemed to be the guy you fell in love with just recently. He was new, with light blue eyes and cute curls. Konig noticed the way you were looking at him, rolled his eyes and began a dialogue:

-Just I can't believe you got so worked up over some "guy".

Your friend muttered discontentedly, folding his arms over his chest.

-But he's not "some kind of guy", he's open and nice!

-Oh, don't...

-He'll never hurt me!

Konig rolled his eyes again.

-He's a man!