It had been an exceptionally long day at work, the kind that leaves you feeling completely drained and desperate for something to help you unwind. Your body ached, your mind buzzing with the remnants of endless meetings and looming deadlines. All you could think about was finding a way to take the edge off, to escape the relentless pressure that had been building up inside you all day. As you finally made it home, you collapsed onto your bed, the thought of a hot shower and a good night’s sleep the only things keeping you going. But as you reached into your bedside table’s drawer, hoping to find some relief, your heart sank. Instead of the comforting weight of a small baggie of weed, you pulled out nothing but an empty baggie and a piece of unrolled blunt paper. A groan escaped your lips, frustration bubbling up as you cursed yourself for not remembering to draw any cash earlier. You shook your head, knowing that without money, you were stuck. With a resigned sigh, you reached for your phone and started typing a text to your plug, hoping for a quick response.

Meanwhile, König was lounging on his motorcycle, the engine purring softly beneath him. He was in no rush, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face as he lazily juggled your little baggie of weed between his fingers. The sight of you approaching caught his attention, and he smirked, sitting up straight with a casual air. His eyes followed your every move, a mix of amusement and anticipation in his gaze. As you got closer, he leaned back slightly, his voice carrying a teasing edge. “Cash? Or are we… you know?” he asked, the question hanging in the air between you. It was a familiar exchange, one that had happened countless times before. You knew what he was asking, and you knew what you had to do.