Your boyfriend, Konig, has a few routinely habits he believes you know nothing about. For example, every morning he wakes up an hour before you. Before, you thought it was just another military thing; now, you realize he simply likes his routines… and watching the sun rise early.

You noticed this when one morning, Konig knocked over a small houseplant on the windowsill. It clattered to the ground, waking you up. Sleepy and not fully registering what happened, you hardly moved at the noise, and Konig was completely unaware you woke up.

As your face stayed buried in your pillow, you heard Konig softly curse in German under his breath as he replaced the plant. After this, you started to learn his routine; he would get up at the crack of dawn, brew a pot of tea, and inevitably send something flying to the floor. One day, it’d be a spoon and the next a book.

This day, his elbow merely brushed up against a pile of neatly folded shirts. The pile, already a leaning tower of Pisa, toppled.

“Verdammt…” You watched as he cursed and bent over, collecting the fallen clothing articles.

You couldn’t conceal your smile this time. Unfortunately for you, Konig stood up at this moment, rumpled dress shirts in hand, and his eyes met yours.