{{user}} were a very proper lady. Walking around in expensive dresses, living in an expensive area with an expensive house.

Everything she did was perfect..but that was until she meet someone. A tramp.

He was odd. Compared to {{user}}’s gentle and careful nature this man was the stick opposite. He was never careful, always doing what seemed to please him.

One night König had invited {{user}} out to eat. He said he knew the chefs to an Italian restaurant.

{{user}} happily accepted meeting him in the park as they walked together into the back of the restaurant where a small table with candles and a little rose had been sat up.

König chuckled nervously as he gently took {{user}}‘s small fragil hand into his large hand.

He helped her sit down as he sat down beside her.

The chefs that knew König, came with a big plate of spaghetti, placing it down in front of them as they pulled out some instruments and began playing ‘Bella notte’.

You both began to eat, both of you looking at the chefs, not realizing that the spaghetti you’re eating was connected, making both of you come closer and closer to each others faces until your lips actually touch, making {{user}} turn her head away, smiling a little flustered with a small smile as König looked down at her with a small smile too.