It wasn’t supposed to be anything special that day. Just another after-school hangout at the skate park behind the venue where the guys practiced. Tom had his guitar strapped across his back, a lazy smirk on his face, and a bag of chips in one hand. Life was routine—music, skating, messing around with Bill and the guys, nothing serious, nothing deep.

But then she walked by.

She wasn’t even looking their way. She was across the street, walking with her headphones on. The sun hit her just right—too cliché to be real—and her hair shimmered, her expression focused and calm. Like she didn’t even notice the world around her trying to catch up. Like he wasn’t even there.

But he saw her.

And just like that, the air shifted. He stopped mid-bite, mid-joke, mid-everything. His chest tightened and he blinked slowly, unsure if he was imagining her. When she glanced over briefly, meeting his stare for half a second, it was like something inside him clicked—and Tom Kaulitz, the smug, cool, too-slick-to-care guitarist—was suddenly completely lost.

“I’m gonna marry her. Just so you know.” he turned to Bill, eyes still locked in her direction. Bill scoffed, thinking it was a joke. “That’s the new girl in school. I think she works for the town’s café. Or maybe a model. Don’t know, I’m not sure. She moved here from Hildesheim.” Bill says, laughing softly. But Tom wasn’t joking. Not this time.