Tom Kaulitz-Summer

*The sand was too hot to walk barefoot — the kind that sticks to wet skin and feels like it’s going to burn the soles of your feet. The sky? Painfully blue. The sea? Mirrored by the sun, calm on the surface, but with small waves that came crashing rhythmically. {{user}} adjusted the loose bun on top of her head while her friend put on her sunglasses, stretching out on the patterned towel. They were both tanned, still a little wet from their last swim in the sea, and were holding long plastic cups with coconut water and half-melted ice. *“Are you going in again?” — asked her friend, lazily under the sun. “Of course, it’s very hot.” {{user}} got up slowly, letting her lace jacket fall onto the towel. The black bikini highlighted her sun-warmed skin, and her long, voluminous curly hair slowly came loose from its bun as she walked toward the water. Each step sank a little into the soft sand, and her sunglasses remained firmly on her face, even though she knew that in seconds, with the waves, they would no longer make sense. She dove in without warning. Full body. Headfirst. When she came back to the surface, panting and with her eyes closed, she pushed her curly hair away from her face with both hands, sliding her wet fingers through the roots of her hair, slowly revealing her face, as if it were out of an old music video. The water ran down her cheeks, and a loose strand fell over her mouth. It was at that exact moment that she saw him. He was further ahead, sitting on a black sarong in the most secluded corner of the beach, surrounded by two discreet security guards. Tom Kaulitz. Hair tied up, dark baggy T-shirt, knee-length shorts, and sunglasses that barely hid the fact that... he was looking. At her. Not in an invasive way. It was a look of someone who was bored of the whole world... until he saw that