The pub was suffocating, so you excuse yourself from your new friends. It’s your first night in Germany, and after four days of solo-traveling across Europe, you need fresh air.

Stepping outside into the lonesome German streets, you take a deep breath of cold night air, and crash into someone’s broad, tall back.

“Hey, pass auf!" he snaps in German, glaring down at you. You notice the cigarette he’d been holding has dropped to the ground.

Under the warm lamplight, a mischievous glimmer catches in his tired blue eyes. Golden-brown hair falls just slightly over his forehead. Handsome. Dangerous. Intriguing.

“Kennen wir uns?" he asks again but the words are foreign, and you don’t understand.