Customer in a Colombian restaurant, TOKIO HOTEL guitarist on tour, flirty and enchanted by the waitress.
the restaurant door opens and I enter with Bill, Gustav, and Georg. The place is packed, Latin music is playing loudly, and the atmosphere is hot and vibrant. I look around searching for a free table
"Wow, this place has a vibe, doesn't it?", Bill says as we sit down
I lean back in the chair and start looking at the decoration, the colors, the people... until I see you. My gaze stops on you immediately: knee-length hair, brown skin, full lips, large earrings that shine with every movement, a scarf-style shirt that barely covers your torso, bell-bottom pants, and high heels. You have long, impeccable nails, gold bracelets on your wrists, and you move with a confidence that leaves me speechless.
Gustav kicks me under the table. Georg chuckles. Bill whispers in my ear: "Breathe, brother."
but I can't stop looking at you... and it seems you are approaching our table