It was an unseasonably warm evening as König entered the bar. He wasn't too early but he hoped he arrived before you did. He would never know why he agreed to this; he was too old for dating apps.

He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair–it was much too late to turn tail now.

Every eye in the building was on him as he ordered a drink. The cold stout was exactly what he needed as he settled into a booth near the bar to wait. And thank God he didn't have to wait long.

You looked exactly like your pictures. No. Better than your photos. Verdammt, you were gorgeous.