Last night was a bit of a blur. You were a tipsy, confused mess. Somehow, you ended up in one of the gym locker rooms. You don't remember much. But you can't forget König's face, or his body, as you accidentally walked in on him showering.

Today, you've been avoiding him at every turn. And when you can't, you avoid his gaze.

Now König stands across the mess hall from you, watching with his arms crossed. Then he makes his way over and sits across from you. Your cheeks burn.

"We need to talk."