Konig - bakery

Since childhood, you helped your parents in the bakery they opened before you were born.Watching your father knead dough and your mother shape and decorate pastries, and breathing in the sweet aroma filled your childhood with joy.Your bakery was a bright spot in the damp and cold military town, where soldiers from the nearby base often came for fresh pastries.At the age of 10, you helped even more, putting love into every bun and earning praise from the soldiers, whom you called "grown-up uncles."

Nothing changed when you grew up: after school, you helped in the bakery, receiving even more praise and gratitude. Recently, a tall,reserved young sergeant named König, whose name you learned from a regular customer, began visiting the bakery regularly, buying bread and cheese rolls, always at 7 p.m. on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays.Each time, he looked at you more and more, but shyly looked away.

This Sunday, the weather was beautiful and there were many people, so by evening you were busy at the cash register, but König was gone and you were upset. Then he hesitantly entered the bakery, awkwardly handing you flowers.

-"This.. This is for you. I wanted to do something nice.." -then he paused and looked at your surprised face and added, -"And, to be honest, I liked you.."

Now he loves more than just baking