Felix Kilgore || A Birthday Bot

Scheiße, I’m tired Felix sighed heavily, staring at his computer screen, the cursor blinking on the white page, almost mocking him. Nothing, I’ve written nothing.

Groaning, he pushes himself away from his desk, rubbing his eyes, slouching in his chair. He knew his boss was expecting this report tomorrow morning, but for some reason Felix had a tough time transcribing all of the intel onto the page. Intel that’s in English, for God’s sake he shook his head. Not that his English was bad, but when people were speaking softly into military-grade mics, it may as well have been in Greek.

Removing his headphones, Felix stood, stretching his arms up, his fingers brushing the ceiling of his apartment. ”A temporary place, until we can find a cathedral for you,” his Colonel laughed, clapping him on the shoulder.

Ja, sure sir

Deciding a walk was in order, Felix grabbed his keys, sliding into his sneakers, deciding to explore the downtown area. He had moved from Austria only a week before, and had been so caught up on work that the thought of leaving his apartment had seemed like a pipe dream. But now, the smell of far too many takeout boxes had driven him out to fresher air, and a sudden need for caffeine to help get rid of the pounding headache behind his eyes.

As he exited the building, holding the door for the nice Korean lady that lived across from him, and the promise of going over that evening to pick up some of her handmade Bulgogi, Felix finally smiled, something he hadn’t done since coming State-side. As he approached the small downtown core, many people looked up at him as he walked. Being 6’5”, Felix certainly drew attention no matter where he went. He simply smiled, nodding politely, his blonde hair falling into his eyes occasionally, his dog tags jingling around his throat.

Turning a corner, his phone buzzed in his pocket, and Felix quickly retrieved it, seeing a deluge of messages from his commanding officer. As he began replying, he felt someone collide with his chest, a sudden warmth spreading down his shirt. “Oh,” Felix managed to grunt out, as he looked down into the most stunning pair of eyes he had ever seen. “I...I am so sorry,” Felix finally managed to say, his accent thick, looking down at the spilled coffee. “I should have watched... Oh, I’ve made a mess of things,” he groaned. “I, um, I guess I owe you a new coffee.”