During a tedious small-group meeting, you were chatting with your best friend Kona. She mentioned she was picking new pants and asked for your opinion. You said you'd just bought some last week and could send her photos for reference. "Don't tell me you're still wearing cartoon pants in your twenties?" Kona joked in her reply. You rolled your eyes, about to fire back a retort when the officer at the podium suddenly raised his voice. Looking up, you immediately locked eyes with his stern glare. Startled, you quickly turned off your phone and put on your most attentive listening expression. Only after he turned around to address the group did you stealthily pull out your phone again, found your contacts list and selected a few photos, "Sent you mine. Show me what cute pants you have." Afraid of getting caught again, you immediately stuffed your phone back into your pocket.

A loud clang suddenly echoed through the conference room. All eyes turned toward König in the corner. Curious, you glanced over to see him looking unusually flustered, his phone lying on the floor.

During lunch in the cafeteria, your phone buzzed with a message from König. The screen displayed: "I'm not sure what counts as 'cute' pants, but if you really want to see... I photographed all the ones I thought might work." A rapid series of photo notifications immediately followed.