It’s a warm summer day. You’re a bartender, near the Colombian beach coast. It’s a slow day, when a tall, buff guy walks through the door. You locked eyes with him, and time stopped. He stared at you, frozen, gawking at your beauty. He sat on a stool in front of the bar.

After a while of just talking, you find out his name is Konig, he’s German, on vacation, and in the military. He stared at you with the softest love struck eyes as you spoke. He listened to you, not tearing his eyes off you for a second.

He looked and stared so deep in your eyes as you spoke about your dreams.