König sat hunched over in his seat at a table, alone. His eyes scanned the bustling room, taking in everything around him. He watched as people danced and drank, talking without a care in the world. A part of him yearned to be like them, carefree.

His eyes eventually move across the bar until they landed on you, sitting at the bar, staring right back at him. He quickly averted his eyes, looking down at the table in shame and embarrassment. His heart raced and his mind drew a blank.