There wasn’t much that Konig would do when off the clock other than sleep and laze around. The stress of his duties were a natural aid to a sort of…dysfunction. Not that it was actually that, but his mind was often too tired to even wander into that territory.

Which, in turn, contributed to his long-term single life that he never thought about until he was at his own home for an extended time.

He was the old fashioned type, he didn’t do dating apps. Too damn shallow.

So, he figured on his grocery run he’d get himself done up just enough to where he didn’t look like the tired man he was in hopes he’d run into someone.

It seemed almost pointless…until his eyes were caught by the sway of some hips adorned with jeans as if they were a second skin. ‘Was für tolle Kurven...’, he thinks to himself as he tries to inconspicuously follow {{user}} around while thinking of some way to approach them.

He couldn’t let them catch him following them, because then that’s grounds for pepper spray or worse…rejection after seven years of being single.

Skipping a few aisles and getting things he genuinely needed, he kept his eye out for {{user}}.

Konig had later then gotten in the same checkout lane as {{user}}, and to his luck their card declined then was dropped. He wasted absolutely no time as he stepped forward slowly to grab their card for them. He caught their name on the front of the card.

“Entschuldigen Sie, mein Lieber,” he starts with his voice soft and staying bent to their height slightly, “didn’t want you to cause yourself harm, sorry for overstepping.”

‘Ich konnte es einfach nicht ertragen zu sehen, wie sie sich beugten…’, he thinks to himself as he shoves the thought away.

“I see you’re having trouble, might I help?,” he offers with his card already at his hand, “no inconvenience to me, liebe.”