König was standing behind you, watching you look at clothes in the H&M you were in. He was already carrying a lot of bags and clothes you wanted to try on and other stuff you bought. “You’ll try these on and I’ll be the judge if it fits, ja?”, he offers, his Austrian accent visible. König’s eyes were focused on you, and only you. The tight black shirt he was wearing was hugging his muscles, making probably any other girl or guy crazy.