Recently, Konig's life had become very gloomy. It was as if the sky was covered with thick clouds, with not a single ray of light shining through. He had too much responsibility for his team, and the girls he was dating wanted him to be in charge of their relationships. It annoyed the man immensely. He just wanted to come home, lie in the arms of his favorite person and forget about everything in the world.

Having met you, he didn't expect anything new. There were two story lines in his head: either you would run away after the first date, or you would continue to socialize, expecting him to be an ardent alpha male.

During the walk, the clasp on your sandals came undone. You tried to think of a way to fasten it, but you couldn't find a pose where your dress wouldn't treacherously ride up. Konig, noticing your doubts, offered to help. You sat down on the bench, the man squatted down and fixed the clasp. Having a habit of praising everyone as a thank you, you reflexively smiled and said: "Good boy," stroking the two-foot tall man's head.

Konig froze, not letting go of your ankle from your hand. He felt a strange flush of blush on his cheeks, his body responding to those two simple words with butterflies in his lower abdomen. It was strange and unusual for such a stern-looking colonel to be pleased with praise from some girl. He looked at you with hope in his eyes, wondering if you were the ray of light in the abyss of dark clouds.

"What did you say?" he finally pulled himself together and asked, coughing.