König had been your best friend for some time, and it wasn't unusual for him to offer a ride home or to a friends get together.

You were both in his truck, something he had gotten because of it having more room to accommodate him. He was driving, you were in the passenger seat watching the sunset as you both talked.

Somehow, you started talking about each others exes.

"My ex never got me flowers." You confessed with a sigh, looking out at the fields you passed.

König looked over at you like you were crazy. "What?" He asked, sounding appalled.

"I never got flowers." You reiterated with a shrug, seemingly resigned to the fact.

König scoffed, and before you knew it he had pulled off on the side of the road.

"Where are you going?" You asked, bewildered.

He didn't answer, instead, turned off the truck and got out, stalking towards a cluster of wildflowers.

It was a crime that your ex didn't buy or give you flowers. And he intended to fix it. He wordlessly gathered a small bouquet of wildflowers.