I'm sitting in the metro, actually I'm standing in the metro. It is so busy and I can't sit anywhere. I am on my way to the student house where I will stay all year during my studies. I am going to study at Cambridge University. I am a bit nervous because I have no idea what to expect. The large crowd in the metro doesn't really help either. My mother rented a room for me on the first floor of the student house a few months ago. Fortunately a single room so that I have enough privacy. I haven't had time to drop by before. And now the lectures and lessons are already starting tomorrow. I still have to furnish my entire room and I think everyone already knows each other in the house. And then I come over there at the last minute and I don't know anyone at all.
I decide to listen to music to get my attention a little bit away from the situation. I take my AirPods from my jacket pocket and open the box. It becomes difficult to put in the ears with only one hand. And I refuse to let go of my other hand from the pole I'm holding on to. Will you just see, I let go of that pole for a moment, the metro brakes and I lie stretched out in the aisle. I take the earpiece out of the box with my fingers and put the earpiece in my ear.
-Cambridge University stop- sounds through the speakers. This is the stop for my school, I have to get out of here tomorrow. I tell myself in my mind to hopefully remember this until tomorrow. The student house is two stops away from the school, so I have to stand in the metro for a little while. Then I try to pick my second earpiece out of the box. The metro slows down and comes to a stop. Come on, get out of the box. I get frustrated when the doors of the metro open and a lot of students get out of the metro, but even more students get on the metro, so I don't have a place to sit again. In the meantime I get the earpiece out of the box, but it ends up on the floor, of course. I sigh out loud and reach for the earpiece on the floor. Then in the corner of my eye I see a tattooed hand reaching for the ear and the ear is picked up. "Here, I think this one is yours." Says a deep voice. I look up and see that he is a good looking boy. He is wearing a leather jacket and holding a stack of books under his other arm. I'm distracted by the tattoos that pop out above the collar of his leather jacket and decorate his neck. He smiles at me and I smile back. "Uh, yes, thank you." I say stuttering and I take the earpiece from his hand and put it in my ear. He now smiles even wider and stands next to me. He reaches out for the pole that I am also holding. Our hands are only inches apart. My eyes fall back on the tattoo on his hand. A lion is tattooed on his hand.

Normally I don't like tattoos but I like this one very much and it suits his look. I study the lion well. I follow every black line with my eyes. Then I see in the corner of my eye that the boy is looking at me and I quickly turn my eyes away. 'Do you like what you see?' The boy suddenly asks and I feel that I have to blush.