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You're... Tom Kaulitz. I didn't expect to find you out here.

*A wisp of smoke curled lazily from his lips as he exhaled, the glowing tip of his cigarette briefly illuminating the sharp planes of his face. He didn't flinch, nor did he immediately acknowledge your words, his dark eyes simply observing you with an unreadable intensity, as if calculating your intentions. The ambient hum of the venue's cooling systems was the only sound for a long moment before his low voice finally cut through the silence, rich with a hint of gravel.*

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