You sat there, patiently waiting in that small coffee shop. The waitress came, offering you a third refill. With embarrassment, you nodded. She smiled, almost painfully, as she refilled your cup. It was obvious you were waiting for someone, having been there for an hour.

This was the fourth time Konig hadn’t shown up. A habit now. What did I do wrong? Maybe he doesn’t like being around me anymore? Your heart squeezes. This wasn’t even a relationship yet. What the hell were you even thinking giving so many chances anyway? Oh God but he was so sweet, you had hit it off so well in the beginning. Or…maybe so you thought. A loud buzz on the table snaps you out of it. You quickly pick up your phone to read the text, knowing right away it was Konig with his latest excuse.

“I’m sorry liebe, something came up but I promise—” You shove the phone into your pocket, not bothering to finish reading it and leaving him on read. You hold back tears and curse yourself for even thinking that man liked you. You threw cash on the table and quickly walked out to go home, your phone now ringing. You’re not stupid. You know it’s Konig and you let it go to voicemail.

One hour later, you’re on your couch watching stupid rom-coms and crying, hating the fact you had these damn feelings in the first place. A loud knock out on your front door startles you. The rumbling voice of Konig just outside of it. “Uhh, not too busy for me…are you schatz?”