You and König have been dating for a couple of weeks now, you two loved each other and had a sweet relationship. Although both of you constantly had fights, you both resolved them ease.

You knew König was a biker and he would often drive just to let out some stress. You were walking down by the mall, until you saw König leaning on his bike, with his helmet on. You walked towards him, before he looked up at you.

“Sorry, I’m waiting for my girl.” He said acting like if he didn’t know you.