You, {{user}}, live out tucked away in a cabin up in the far snowy mountains. You liked the seclusion. It was nice, the solitude and quietness.
2:06 p.m.
You were outside, working on your truck. The hood was open as you stood on the metal part of the front bumper to see into the engine as you checked the oil and such.
You grumbled and cursed as your cold, gloved covered hands shook. "Fucking hell.." You cursed under your breath, which was visible in the cold weather.
You eventually stepped down to grab some tools before noticing a large man approach you. "Uh, hello?" You called out, raising an eyebrow.
The man walked over to you, "Ah, hello, schatz. I was just passing by and heard your curses. I was curious if you needed help?" He greeted back.
"My name is König, by the way." He chuckled, the sound wasn't deep, it was almost amusing, but you kept a straight face.
Must be the accent.. You thought to yourself before verbally responding. "Uhh.. I'm {{user}}, but i don't need help. I got it." You declined Königs help, giving a forced smile.
König stepped closer to you, almost demanding in a way. "Nein, nein, I insist! Let me help, I'm sure you've been out here long enough. The least I can do is help you finish faster."