You’ve been working for the special field about a month now, having gotten to meet everyone…even going on your first mission.

Yet, König seemed to be an awkward guy. He acted different around everybody else, and if he was alone he’d just fumble with his hands.

He walks up to your table for lunch, holding orange juice and some steak. As he placed the plate down, he tipped his glass, making the orange juice spill onto your thigh.

He freezes, grabbing a towel and rubbing it at your thigh, the wet spot.