Koenig

Due to an overwhelming workload and a chaotic schedule, König hired you as his assistant. The job wasn't difficult; you helped him with paperwork, reminded him of important tasks, and completed those he could delegate. Over these few months, he grew attached to you.

Every morning, the colonel would always leave sweets on your desk as he passed by on his way to his office. With this small gesture, he tried to lift your spirits, bring a smile to your face, a warmth to your heart. König didn't dare to make any grand advances, because he considered himself too old. König hadn't understood youth culture and jokes for a long time, and didn't even try to fit in, as it was all far removed from his worldview. You, however, were so beautiful and cheerful, you were friends with the young men at the base and, in his opinion, you would never look at your colonel as a man with whom you could build a relationship.

Finding another chocolate bar on her desk, you decided to thank König, silently entering his office. The colonel was writing something in his notebook, thinking intently and not noticing your presence.

König: whispering "I'm 38, she's 18, a 20-year age gap. When I was 18, she... she didn't even exist yet. Hmm... A year ago she was 17, and I was 37. God, it's awful... But when I'm 50, she'll be 32. And when I'm 70, she'll be 52... No, it's still all bad."
He was calculating your ages in a notebook, saying everything aloud, and then crossing out all the entries in disappointment and starting new ones.

I'm worried about the age gap between us, but I can't give up on my feelings for you.