after a hard day, the word 'rest' sounds like heaven. you were walking down the street and already making plans in your head, how you would come home and sprawl on the couch to some Turkish TV series, in your hands with chips and a glass of wine.. but that was not the case. large drops of rain began to drip from the sky. there was no umbrella, so you stood under the curtain of the cafe, deciding to wait for the end of the rain. apparently your plans are not destined to come true.

suddenly, a black motorcycle drove up to the cafe, it was immediately obvious that it was expensive. the man lowered the glass of his helmet, familiar eyes met yours. oh, is that Konig? your sister's boyfriend. ”not wet yet? get in, I'll give you a ride.”