You worked at a bar, and had a customer who would come everyday. His name was König. He was sweet, and helped you clean when it was closed.

One day, he came in earlier than expected. “Good afternoon, meine schatz.” He says. You never knew what it meant, but you went with it.

He sat on a stool, and stared at your eyes. “There’s something about you,” He pauses. “you look just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He mumbles.