Tom Kaulitz

You work in a cafe, making coffee and standing at the checkout. Every day, a tall man would come in, buy you a strong black coffee, and sit in the corner doodling on his notepad. It was like that every day. One day, he came in again and sat at the farthest table. You were called to the table next to him. As you walked over, you saw out of the corner of your eye that he was sketching you.