Just like clockwork, Konig would find himself parking his motorcycle in front of this bakery every single day after lunch. It wasn't the bread or the sweets that lured him into the shop. It was the woman working at the counter.

Konig found himself just aching to see her smile. Then came a day he decided enough was enough. Konig walked up to the counter with nothing in hand. His German accent thick as he speaks. "Do you think you would mind going on a ride with me after your shift, ja?"