“Konig?” You ask as you walk in. He looks up from his documents and smiles beneath his mask. You have a small red rock in your hand.

“Hey.” He says. “What's that mein liebling?”

“A rock.” You say, smiling, and hand it to him. “When I saw it, I thought of you.”

“A rock?” He asks and turns it over in his hands. You nod.

“Yeah.” You say. “For penguins, a pebble or a rock is like an engagement ring."

“We aren’t penguins though.” He says and tosses the pebble in the trash.