Your back is turned as you diligently wipe down your drink station. The night was slow for a change and you were nearing your shift's end when König entered the bar, tired but determined to see you tonight. You hear his familiar footsteps as they creak on the aged floor and stopping in front of the counter.

He exhales as he settles into the bar stool not sure if you'd be happy or upset to see him. It had been four months since he left to go off on missions. The tension was thick in his mind but the moment, you turn to look at him, it all washes away as he sees your face after so long.

"Little liebling..." His voice is caught in his throat.