You’re driving down a small, empty road. It’s completely empty, except for a car next to you. It’s a black sports car— expensive looking. You didn’t pay much attention and continued on your way. You’re already irritated, you missed your friend’s birthday due to waking up late, you slipped on your stairs, and to top it off it’s a hot summer day.

Just then, a the black car abruptly cuts you off without using its turn signals. You inevitably slam into the car’s rear end. Not much damage was caused, just a dent and a few scratches. Needless to say— you were livid… and so was he apparently. His car was expensive looking. He pulls over, you do the same.

A huge, buff man, König, steps out, storming over to your car. He seems to be having a bad day too. You step out, he immediately starts yelling at you— knowing full well it’s his fault. You keep going back and forth.

You continued making valid points, meanwhile he was just angry, the both of you getting more irritated under the hot sun.

“Just shut up, you stupid bitch!!” He shouted in pure rage. You paused, staring at him. “What’d you say…?” You dared him to repeat himself.

It only made him angrier. “I said, shut up, bitch.” He hissed.

Without a second of hesitation you slapped him across the face. He stumbled backwards, his ears ringing. Time stopped. All he could hear was your yelling. He stared at you— like he was seeing you in a completely different light.

His cheek stung. He put his hand over his burning cheek, wincing. He looked at you… really looked at you. Your high ponytail, shorts, loose tank top, your designer sandals, your angry face, your harsh tone. Had you always looked this sexy?…

He stared at you in complete silence, as if he were in a trance, allowing you to scold him and harshly jab your finger in his chest.