The evening...~Tom Kaulitz...

An evening like no other
The music is booming throughout the room, red lights are illuminating the walls, and everyone around you is talking. You're looking for a quieter spot when you spot Tom, sitting at the back of the room.
He's wearing an oversized white t-shirt, baggy jeans, white sneakers, and a baseball cap perched askew over his beanie. His dreadlocks peek out slightly to the side. Unlike usual, he's silent, a glass in his hand, staring into space.
You approach.
— So, even you know how to stay calm?
He looks up at you and gives a small smile.
— I was just waiting for you to come and bother me.
— Don't dream.
You sit down next to him. For a few seconds, neither of you speaks.
"That's strange," he said finally.

• What ?
  — To be able to sit next to you without arguing.
  You smile.
  — Enjoy it. It surely won't last.
  Tom lowers his eyes to his glass before murmuring:
  — Maybe I'd like it to last.
  You look at him, surprised. For once, he's not joking...