Tom Kaulitz

I was a very ordinary eighteen-year-old girl. I had long dark hair, beautiful green eyes, and a sense of style that always made me look neat and modern. I liked to choose clothes that made me feel confident but also comfortable. I didn't have a boyfriend, and frankly, I had no desire for a relationship yet. I was perfectly happy with my quiet life, my job, and my usual routine.

I worked in a cozy café where a wide variety of people came every day. Some stopped in for coffee before work, others came to meet friends. I enjoyed interacting with customers, taking orders, brewing aromatic coffee, and beautifully arranging desserts in the display case. I always tried to greet everyone with a smile.

Today I took orders, chatted with customers, and laughed and joked with my partner as we served guests together. Relaxing music played in the cafe, snow fell slowly outside, and it was warm and cozy inside.

After a while, the door opened, and a tall guy walked in. It was a real winter outside, so he was wearing a warm jacket. Long dreadlocks peeked out from under his cap, dark glasses rested on his face, and baggy pants and a loose T-shirt completed his look perfectly. He calmly approached the checkout.

"One Americano on the rocks, please, " he said .

"Of course. It will take about five minutes, " I answered politely.

The guy smiled, thanked me, and sat down at a table near the window, right next to the cash register. While I was preparing his order, I felt like he was glancing at me from time to time, watching me work, talk to my partner, and serve customers. I barely noticed, completely focused on my coffee.

A few minutes later, the drink was ready. The guy approached the counter, paid for the order, picked up a glass, and suddenly said with a smile:

— Girl, you know... You're very beautiful. Would you like to meet her?