Tom Kaulitz (obsessed)

The rain beats against the glass of the quiet restaurant as the stranger in the worn leather coat sits opposite you, his fingers slowly tapping around his coffee cup. One of his eyes is dark gray, the other a pale honey color, and they are fixed on yours. A faint smile plays on his lips. " You've been watching me for ten minutes. Either you know who I'm running from, or you have a problem of your own that you're desperate to talk about. Which is it? "