You stood leaning against the wall, laughing with your friends at a base party. The music was loud, and lights flashed around you.

Konig walked toward you with intent, his body looking slightly rigid.

He leaned over you, bracing his arm over your head and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"Pretend you're my girlfriend..."

He glanced back at an older, mean-looking woman glaring at us.