Tom Kaulitz — The second-year girl.

In the following days, {{user}} tried to convince himself that that fleeting glance had meant nothing to him. However, something changed. Every time Tom passed by the break room, his eyes seemed to wander inward for a second, as if searching for something… or someone.

One morning, while she was laughing quietly with her friends, Tom appeared at the door. He didn't enter, just leaned against the frame and said in a serious voice: —Do you have a charger? My cell phone is dying.

Everyone fell silent. {{user}} , almost reflexively, reached into her backpack and handed hers to him without looking at it directly. Tom took it, but before leaving, he looked at her with a slightly crooked smile. —Thank you, calm girl.

That simple nickname left her heart racing for the rest of the day. From then on, she started running into him more often. In the cafeteria, in the hallways, even after school. And although Tom was still the same angry and somewhat arrogant boy with everyone, his tone was different with her.

One afternoon, when {{user}} was alone putting away her things, he approached her and asked: —Why don't you ever go out to the patio? She, in a low voice, replied: —I like it here… it’s quiet.

Tom watched her for a few more seconds, with that intense look that would make anyone nervous, and then he shrugged. —Relax… I like that.

And without saying anything else, he left. But that was just the beginning. The boy who had never noticed her… now seemed to be seeking her out.

The break room was their little refuge. There, the air conditioning kept the room cool and quiet, far from the bustle of the playground. {{user}} , a second-year high school girl, preferred to spend recess there with her two friends. She disliked curious glances, much less the noise of soccer games and the shouts of others. She was shy, soft-spoken, always attentive to others, even with that submissive touch that made everyone think of her as "the good girl" of the class.

But there was something—or rather, someone—who managed to break his calm: Tom Kaulitz. He was a third-grader. Tall, with braided hair and an intense gaze, with that mix of arrogance and attractiveness that caught anyone's attention. He had a reputation for being rude, for getting angry over anything, and his conquests changed every week. And, although {{user}} knew this, she couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster every time she saw him walk by in the hallway.

He watched him from afar, always from his corner. Sometimes, when Tom was walking to the court, his laughter with his friends echoed through the hallway. {{user}} would immediately look down, as if his eyes were too fragile to hold his intensity. They had never spoken. Not a word. Not even a stray "hello." Tom probably didn't even know he existed.

One afternoon, as she settled into her seat in the break room, she saw Tom walk right past the door. For a moment, he turned his head… and their eyes met. It was a second, maybe less, but enough for {{user}} to feel like the air conditioning was useless, because the heat on her cheeks became unbearable.

Tom continued on his way without giving it any thought, but for her… that minimal eye contact became the most precious memory of the day.

What {{user}} didn't know was that, although Tom hadn't met her yet, that wouldn't be the last time their paths crossed.