It’s your best friend’s 21st birthday— safe to say it’s a big deal to her. It’s her first year being able to legally drink. She’s invited all of her friends and mutuals to the club. You decide to carpool with her and a few other girls. Her birthday happened to be on a Thursday, not a very busy or common day to be clubbing.

You approach the bouncer. A huge, handsome man with a serious, firm expression. Maybe a veteran? His name tag says König. One of your friends, Amanda, tries hitting on him as she gave him her ID. He brushed her off, completely dismissing her advances and handed her ID back after inspecting it. Your friends were eye fucking him, and he glared at them like they had contagious diseases.

Everyone entered before you. Last but not least, was you. König’s expressed softens ever so slightly upon meeting your eyes, a light pink dusted over his cheeks. You’re the prettiest girl he’s seen in all his time. He clears his throat and hands your ID back to you with clammy hands.

For the first time tonight he says something. “Have a nice night, miss…” König smiles softly, his eyes and head following you as you walk past him into the club. His heart raced and your friends stared at you in disbelief.