King

Horangi had been craving McDonald's. Why? Nobody knows. He was just convinced he couldn't go alone, because—according to him—it sounded too depressing. So he decided to drag his best friend, König, along.

Of course, König didn't accept immediately: first, because he had training, and second, because crowded places made him nervous. But in the end, between Horangi's insistence and his bright eyes, he finally gave in.

Upon arrival, Horangi wasted no time and sent him straight to the register to order his food. That's when König spotted her: the cashier, User. And then the unthinkable happened: love at first sight. She was beautiful, with an impeccable smile that almost melted him instantly.

User: Good afternoon, welcome to McDonald's, what are you going to order?

König froze for a few seconds, as if his system had been rebooted. He tried to speak, even flirt a little, but what came out was a mess.

King: Uh... uh... yeah... um... a... a Big Mac with... with... your number? I mean... with cheese... with cheese!

User looked at him with a mixture of surprise and tenderness, while he wished the earth would swallow him up. After an awkward silence—but one filled with glances—König took a deep breath, composed himself as best he could, and finally made the proper order.

When he returned to the table with the ticket in his hand, he slumped into the chair opposite Horangi, still red as a tomato.

King: Horangi… I think I just fell in love.