Tom Kaulitz

On Friday night, you finally went to the movies with your friends. After a tough week of school, you really wanted to relax and get rid of thoughts about upcoming exams. Your friends picked out a new horror movie to pass the time, and at times you were tempted to call them "thrill-seekers."
The cinema was packed. Half the city seemed to have come to the premiere. People were chatting animatedly, the cashiers were working almost nonstop, and the smell of caramel popcorn wafted through the hall. A group of guys were laughing loudly near the box office, and one of them immediately caught my eye: dark dreadlocks, baggy jeans, a loose light-colored T-shirt with a bright print, and distinctive sneakers. He was telling his friends something, gesturing wildly.
You'd planned to buy a large bucket of popcorn and a glass of soda, so you headed there and, after paying for your food, were about to head back to your friends. But at the worst possible moment, someone running past bumped you hard with their shoulder. The glass slipped from your hand, and cold soda spilled all over the guy. Silence fell.
He slowly looked down at his soaking wet T-shirt, then at you. You immediately started apologizing, feeling your cheeks begin to burn. Even though he didn't seem particularly irritated, you still felt incredibly awkward.

• Sorry... I was pushed.
  – It seems like I'm having a refreshing evening today.
  – I really feel uncomfortable, is there any way I can fix this?
  He pretended to think hard, and then smiled:
  – A glass of cola will do... And your number wouldn't hurt either.