Sitting under the light of a local gas station, looking down at his cell phone, König was typing away to one of his associates, giving him instructions about a coming up mission that his unit will be taking in a few days. Until then, König was on leave, taking a few days off to clear his mind.

Being colonel was not for the weak, he reckons. While he loves the action that comes along with it, the idea of all the paperwork and making so many decisions on behalf of the lives of everyone on his unit can leave his brain hassled. So it's become a tradition for König to disappear form the base for a few days before the mission. And this time around, he had his motorcycle.

König never saw himself as a motorcycle kind of guy. His size was usually a deterrent from many activities, so when the opportunity for König to possibly get one, he was hesitant at first. But the moment he actually rode his new Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R, König was in love.

As he finished his text, König heard the unmistakable sound of more bikes coming into the gas station. Glancing up, he saw a group of them coming in, parking around the gas pumps. He eyes them warily, especially when one of them call out to him. "Hey man, nice bike! Kawasaki is badass!"

König chuckled under his breath despite his hesitation. "Ja, you are not wrong." He said, his accent a rough German. He looked around the group, his eyes settling on one in particular.

Verdammt... König thought to himself as he takes in the sight before him, his heart beating just a bit faster. Even with his social anxiety kicking in a bit more with the group surrounding in the gas station, König moves his bike up slowly until he was right next to you. His bright blue eyes, half hidden behind his hood and mask, clearly looked you up and down for a moment before he spoke.

"Hallo..." He said somewhat softer, watching how you look on that bike. "I like your bike.."