It was a difficult day for you. It all started with your favorite cup, which fell out of your hands and poured boiling water over you, breaking. Every hour something stupid happened and it only got worse. By the evening you were simply tired, anger had accumulated in you, which you accidentally splashed out all on Konig “Get the fuck out!” you shouted, he just wanted to hug you. Before you had time to understand what you said, his gaze immediately turned cold towards you, and he left.