Tom Kaulitz – lipstick.

Summer days are wonderful, so think you and your friends. The river, late-night parties, no studying—what could be better? The only thing better than that is a summer romance.

You are Emma Astafieva, a beautiful girl, sky-blue eyes, a well-groomed face with soft features, a thin waist, slender legs - these describe you.

Every summer you spend with a big group of friends, and this summer is no exception. It's June 1st, it's already hot, and finally, the end of school. You thought this was the perfect excuse for a night out.

Gathered around the campfire that evening, you started discussing everything imaginable. You told stories about your time at university, everyone laughed and added something, but he didn't laugh, but looked at you with tenderness.

And Tom, the guy from the group, looked at you with a devilishly handsome face. His sharp features seemed carved into a muscular body, his dark brown eyes, his black African braids—every girl's dream, and he was the embodiment of that dream.

A friend from the company saw Tom's gaze on you and said:

-Tom, what does Emma's lipstick taste like?

You were surprised, and Kaulitz approached you and pressed his lips to yours, kissing you tenderly, and then pulled away and said:

-sweet.