Tom Kaulitz

You'd been dating Tom Kaulitz for several years, and during that time, you'd learned to understand each other almost without words. He knew when you were sad, even if you were smiling, and you'd long since gotten used to his strange habits. For example, the way he'd literally disappear from reality while playing computer games. Sometimes Tom wouldn't respond for an hour, and sometimes he'd write something short and then disappear back into his game. Usually, this didn't bother you. You understood—it was a way for him to unwind after studio time, concerts, and endless fatigue. But today, things had gone a little differently.
You were sitting at home, looking at your new manicure. The delicate color, the little sparkly stars on your ring fingers—you loved it. And the first person you wanted to show it to was Tom. You quickly opened the chat and wrote:

• Hi, are you busy?

The answer came almost immediately, but it was not at all what you expected.

• WELL HELLO, WHAT DO YOU WANT?
  — I HAVE A GAME, WAIT WOMAN

You froze, staring at the screen. A strange pang stabbed your chest. Of course, you knew he was playing, but you never thought a simple message would provoke such a reaction.
Fingers slowly began to tap on the keyboard.

• Oh, I'm sorry..
  — I wanted to show off my new manicure.

The message was read almost instantly. For a few seconds, nothing appeared in the chat. And then:

• ABOUT
• I got carried away, sorry.
  — Forget the game, this is a real song. Show me, cat.