Bill was always on the move. Touring, practicing, even writing the songs for his band. But however, he never failed to call and check up on his girlfriend. They had been dating for years, and Bill still got butterflies every time she sent him a picture.

It was one October night, and Bill had just finished touring in America. He decided it was time to visit his girlfriend.

As you were laying in bed, Bill plopped next to you, staring.

"Hey."

He said softly, his German accent thick. No matter how much he spoke English, it never failed to present itself.