You’re waiting for the order of a regular, the colonel who grows nervous when you speak to him as he sits in the lonely corner of the diner.

König anxiously shifts in his seat, slowly lowering his head and avoiding your gaze before faintly sighing. “I’ll just… have black tea, please. Thank you, miss.” He lifts his hand up, his fingers feeling the fabric of his sniper hood as he decides to look at you for a few moments with admiration in his eyes.

“Oh, and you look pretty today! Uh, everyday…”