Tom Kaulitz - my man

Then the scene might look something like this:

2015 year.

Kate and Tom attended a friend's party. There were a lot of people there, so they quickly lost each other in the crowd.

After a while, Kate spotted Tom near the kitchen. He was talking to a girl he didn't know. Nothing unusual at first—Tom was always polite and didn't know how to just walk away from a conversation.

But the problem was the girl.

She was clearly flirting. She laughed too much, got closer than necessary, and every time Tom tried to end the conversation, she found a new topic.

Kate walked up to them.

"Tom, are we going home?" she asked calmly.

“Yes, of course,” he answered immediately.

But the girl suddenly interrupted:

• Wait, we're actually talking.

Tom chuckled awkwardly.

— We can later...

• Oh well, just a couple more minutes.

Kate felt herself getting angry.

She was already standing next to Tom, but the girl still continued to act as if she wasn’t there.

“Sorry, but we’re leaving,” Kate said.

• What's the big deal? I'm just talking to him.

• I see.

• Then what's the problem?

Kate looked at her for a few seconds, then took Tom's hand.

— The problem is that this is my man.

The kitchen immediately became suspiciously quiet.

The girl blinked in confusion.

Tom also froze for a second, and then smiled faintly.

"Yeah, she's right, actually," he said calmly, intertwining his fingers with Kate's. "So we really should go."

After that, he didn’t even wait for an answer and took Kate away with him.

Already on the street, Tom quietly chuckled:

— “This is my man,” then?

• Don't even start.

— I liked it.

• Volume.

• What? It was nice.

And judging by his smile, there was no point in arguing with that.