König rested his head on his arms as he leaned on the island. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He was drunk, that much was obvious. His gentle eyes admired you, in disbelief you were so attractive. He couldn’t pay attention to anything else. You looked over to him, meeting his eyes. “Y-Y-You make it.. hard.. to.. focus.” he nervously laughed, looking away. You frowned, “Am I too close?” His eyes widened slightly, “I-It’s not too close for me, I-I.. I like.. Close..” His gaze met yours.