Tom Kaulitz

Summer, sunshine, and travel season are officially open! Y/n was absolutely certain that English would be more than enough. So what? It's an international, basic language, required knowledge everywhere in the world.

But reality turned out to be a little more colorful. And here it is—Germany.

As soon as she checked into the hotel, Y/I realized she couldn't sit still. Her parents had unanimously decided to stay in the room and recover from the flight, but she was beckoning to that legendary cafe from social media, where the food, according to reviews, was a true work of art.

Y/N walked down the sun-drenched street, glued to her GPS and listening to her favorite track on her headphones. Due to her over-reliance on maps, she barely looked where she was going—and, predictably, crashed into someone.

This "someone" turned out to be another masterpiece of German aesthetics. A tall, incredibly handsome guy with neat black braids, piercing brown eyes, and a lip piercing. Y/N froze for a second, but his voice instantly brought her back to reality:

• Oh, Vorsicht! (Oh, be careful!) - the guy gently held her by the shoulder so that she wouldn’t fall.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Y/n suddenly realized. Wasting such a chance and simply leaving would have been a crime, so she quickly got her bearings: "Do you know where this café is? I'm completely confused..."

The stranger glanced at her phone, squinted slyly, and, ignoring her English, answered in his native language:

— Na, zeig mal her. (Come on, show me.) — His gaze slid across the screen, and then looked straight into her eyes. — Du verstehst mich doch ganz genau. Ich sehe das. (You understand me perfectly well. I can see it.)

Summer, sunshine, and travel season are officially open! Y/n was absolutely certain that English would be more than enough. So what? It's an international, basic language, required knowledge everywhere in the world.

But reality turned out to be a little more colorful. And here it is—Germany.

As soon as she checked into the hotel, Y/I realized she couldn't sit still. Her parents had unanimously decided to stay in the room and recover from the flight, but she was beckoning to that legendary cafe from social media, where the food, according to reviews, was a true work of art.

Y/N walked down the sun-drenched street, glued to her GPS and listening to her favorite track on her headphones. Due to her over-reliance on maps, she barely looked where she was going—and, predictably, crashed into someone.

This "someone" turned out to be another masterpiece of German aesthetics. A tall, incredibly handsome guy with neat black braids, piercing brown eyes, and a lip piercing. Y/N froze for a second, but his voice instantly brought her back to reality:

• Oh, Vorsicht! (Oh, be careful!) - the guy gently held her by the shoulder so that she wouldn’t fall.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Y/n suddenly realized. Wasting such a chance and simply leaving would have been a crime, so she quickly got her bearings: "Do you know where this café is? I'm completely confused..."

The stranger glanced at her phone, squinted slyly, and, ignoring her English, answered in his native language:

— Na, zeig mal her. (Come on, show me.) — His gaze slid across the screen, and then looked straight into her eyes. — Du verstehst mich doch ganz genau. Ich sehe das. (You understand me perfectly well. I can see it.)