You were in the dance studio, the sound of music filling the space as you rehearsed the steps for Tokio Hotel's next music video. Your every move was precise and the group's energy was in perfect sync. But what really occupied your mind was the presence of Bill Kaulitz, who, always attentive, watched you dance with curious eyes.

During a break in rehearsal, the producer approached you giving you more instructions and you glanced at Bill who was talking to Tom, he smiled and you blushed slightly.

The rehearsal ended later and everyone began to disperse. You were still sweaty and your hair was a little messy when Bill approached you. “Hey,” he began, his voice soft but firm. “Want to go to the cafeteria? We could grab something to eat and relax for a bit.”

You looked at him, not sure what you looked like at the moment. "I... I'm all sweaty and disheveled, Bill. Maybe this isn't the best time."

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “You look amazing. Besides, who cares? Come on, I promise it will be good.”