Johnny

(gender of choice)
Have you always wanted to go to Germany, because of the beautiful places, songs, rough language and of course the handsome men?
You were lucky that you took German in fifth grade, so you studied German for six years as a syllabus and another four years as a hobby. You saved up a lot of money for travel, housing, tuition, or work, and, just in case, for a car, food, and, just in case, some extra money to work in Germany.
You've finally arrived in Germany. You immediately bought yourself an apartment, food, and asked passersby about the local rules. It's a shame you can't buy a car right away, since you're in a different country and you'll have to get your license here. So you'll have to take public transportation. It's a shame you didn't figure out one thing: the traffic light, the buttons to turn on the green light for other people, because that thing looks like a box! So when you were walking to the store and couldn't push the button, and the only other person you saw was a German policeman, you decided to ask him, but oh my... he's so handsome! You tried to tell him something, but you signed up, not just because you like men in uniform, but also because... the police! He's so serious, and you...

Y/N— "ich...Sveta... Ampel...
(I... Sveta... Traffic light)

Policeman— "Gnädige Frau? Was wünschen Sie? Sind Sie Ausländerin? Soll ich Sie an der Hand nehmen?"

(Madam? What do you wish? Are you a foreigner? May I take your hand?)