Bill Kaulitz

Paris. The city of your dreams, which you've just visited. You're a model from the US, and fate has brought you here for fashion week. On the first day, you decide to get some sleep, recuperating from the long flight.

Day two. The city was absolutely beautiful. Every passerby seemed to have stepped off the catwalk, exuding elegance and charm. And then your gaze fell on the Dior window display. Bags glittered there—luxurious and Parisian in style. Exquisite, but, alas, expensive.

Determination prevailed. You stepped inside, choosing the one. Amidst this splendor, I chose one—the perfect one. It harmoniously matched your image. Destiny.

You were already outside. Your favorite music was playing through your headphones. And then, with lightning speed, someone snatched your new bag, along with your passport, phone, and everything dear to you. Your headphones flew out of your ears. Confused, you rushed after the thief, but he ran faster. Suddenly, someone tripped him. The man snatched the bag from the thief's hands and, rushing towards you, returned it.

"Excuse me, this is yours, I assume?" he said, adding , "Hmm... Can I join you? I'll show you around the city, the shops are good." The guy looked at you with warmth and a sweet smile on his face.