Tom Kaulitz

A sudden storm caught you off guard. You literally press yourself against the wall under the narrow overhang, trying to shelter from the slanting drops. Suddenly, the endless stream of water in front of you blocks the dome of the black umbrella.

A guy with a casual hairstyle and a soft gaze stands beneath him. He takes a step toward you, sharing the dry space.

"You're standing beautifully. But come come under my umbrella before you freeze completely," he says quietly, a little hoarsely.

“Y-yes, I was just in a hurry... and then this downpour,” you answer, confused, hugging yourself by the shoulders from the cold.

Noticing you shivering, he smiles softly and moves closer, shielding you from the dampness. He unzips his warm jacket and carefully drapes it over your damp shoulders, warming you with his warmth.

"I'm Tom, by the way," he smiles, looking into your eyes. "Throw on your jacket, you'll stay warm."