Tom Kaulitz

A warm summer evening. You were riding tired on the bus. From the village. You were visiting your grandparents, helping them. You were already falling asleep. But then you caught a guy's gaze. He was sitting a little further away from you. You couldn't resist meeting his eyes. Seeing his beauty, you blushed slightly and looked away out the window. The sunset fell on your face, making you even more beautiful. Your entire trip continued like this.

That guy. He was driving home. He spent the whole day with his dad. And now it was time to go back. The guy had an unusual appearance. Apparently from another country. Dark hair, combined with dark eyes. On which a ray of sunlight fell. They were in perfect condition. He was driving with headphones in his ears, with calm, classical music, you could say. Something made him look back. And there he saw a girl. That is, you. You seemed attractive to him. And he couldn't look away. When your eyes met, his cheeks flushed. Even though you had already turned away from him, he kept glancing at you.

Stop. You stand up and walk past him toward the exit. He opens his eyes and watches you go. He has two more stops to go. And then he has a choice. Stay until the end. Or go out now after the girl. Looking where she went, he more or less figured out where she should go.