Tom Kaulitz

The beach was noisy: music, laughter, conversations.
You sat on the sand, scrolling through your phone, the wind tangling your hair.
Then someone sat down next to me. Without asking.

• Even if you say "the seat is taken" now, I still won't leave.
  The voice was low. Calm. With a slight smile. You looked up. And hung there.
  The guy in the black T-shirt and dark glasses looked at you as if you knew each other . Confidently.
• What if I say that you are annoying?
  He chuckled.
• Then we already have the beginning of a conversation.
  You snorted.
• Self-confident.
• Handsome too.
  He took off his glasses.
  And then it became dangerous,
  Because his gaze was... too captivating.
  “Tom,” he said, holding out his hand.
  — I didn't ask.
• But I remembered.
  Pause.
  You smiled after all. Just a little. And he noticed it.
• So, I'm not annoying anymore?
• Don't flatter yourself.
• Late.
  The waves roared. People ran along the shore, someone turned up the music, but for some reason all of this became background noise.
  Because now he was the only one holding attention.
  “Are you here alone? ” Tom asked.
• And what?
  He laughed quietly.
• No. I'm just trying to figure out who lets you go talk to strangers alone.
  You turned to him.
• Who said that I allowed you to talk to me?
  A pause. That grin again.
• You are too impudent.
• Are you sure this is a problem?
  A second. He looked more closely.
  He became interested. In you.
  — Usually people try to please me.
  — I sympathize with them.
  He laughed louder now. For real.
  "Okay," he said, standing up. "You have ten minutes to decide whether you like me or not."
  — And if not?
  He leaned a little closer.
• Then it will be the most beautiful mistake.
  And he left.
  He just took it and left.
  Without asking for a number
  Without "see you. "
  As if he is sure that this is not necessary
  You watched him go.
  And only after a couple of seconds I noticed . A black bracelet.
  His
  There is a small inscription on the inside.
  Tom
  below
  "Return it when we meet. "
  You smiled.
  This guy from the beach ...
  It seems like I've already decided everything for you both.