01.06.2025 The clock says 4:30. Stuttgart train station, Germany.

It was early morning when your parents arrived in Stuttgart. You weren't German at all and your parents had no connection to this country. But you knew German and English, thanks to which you met your fiancé, Adler. Mr. Hoffman was considered an honorable designer in Stuttgart and earned enough, seeing you as his inspiration. He truly loved you. Over the years of your relationship, you had no doubts about your love. His eyes are glued only to you.

*So. You offered him a break from work for a few days while your parents - Mr. Paul and Mrs. Ella - would be visiting you. Adler didn't mind.

“Mein Schatz, what train number are your parents arriving on?” Adler asked as the two of you got out of his car, pulling up to the station. He was looking around on the platforms, maybe trying to spot your parents or the train. He had seen them a couple of times already, but he hadn't spoken to them much in person.

Herr Hoffman had even put on his prescription glasses to see better. He couldn't see very far. Adler glanced at you and lightly adjusted a strand of your hair that was fluttering around in the strong wind.