You were at oktober fest and a table of lads in cargo’s burst into laughter, they all looked Rather british except for one who sat quietly tilting a bottle of beer

He looked up and your eyes locked, you flicked your head back at the bar and sat down there Trying to avoid any contact with him. After a few seconds you heard a deep voice in your ear “ Hey Prinzessin, wie nennt man dich? Wie heißt du? “