Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I must say that I am nervous as this is my first fanfic and to be honest I have several ideas on where I will be going with the story.

I do not own, know, or have any affiliation with Tokio Hotel, their management or label.

Sunlight… when was the last time something so bright could be so beautiful? Melodies being sun by doves could be heard in the distance. There was a faint smell of mildew and garbage, mixed in with the aroma of vanilla.

Where was I?

As soon as realization hit, loud ringing drowned out her thoughts.

Routines. Wake up, eat, shower, dress, class, lunch, class, homework, quick snack, work, bed. Rinse and repeat. Constant repetition. Was there ever going to be a new day? Was her life going to be a record on repeat?

"I can't take this anymore!" she groaned while pulling herself out of her bed. Just something different would nice, a change of pace... an adventure would be so thrilling. Anything to take her away from this monotony.

Slowly she made her way to the kitchen, poured herself a bowl of cereal and was about to take a bite when she smelled it.

"Ugh, spoiled milk again." When was she ever going to have a chance to go to the store now?

Angrily, she threw the bowl into the sink and watched it crack as it hit the ceramic.

"Great. Anything else that can go wrong today, please do."

A nice hot shower would calm her nerves, it seemed to be one of the few things that made her happy now-a-days. The steam from the shower mixed in with the almost scalding water put her nerves at bay. As she stepped out of the shower she noticed the darkness filling the sky out of the bathroom window. Another day filled with rain.

"It's already June, you would think the weather would be warmer than what it is." she groaned to herself.

But there was a sunny spot to her day, she had a week off of classes and took some days off of work. She was going to go out with close friends that she has not seen in what seemed like weeks. A small smile broke its way across her face as she started to rummage through her closet.

Now that her attitude changed she decided now was a better time than any to go to the market. Emilene through on a pair of faded jeans, vintage basketball t-shirt, deep blue pea coat and her favorite pair of sneakers. Even though the sky was dreary and dark, she decided to walk the few blocks to Ned's Market. Along the way she hummed a few tunes under her breath.

A dry, raspy voice startled her out of her trance.

"Good morning Emilene!"

Ned stood behind the counter smiling at Emilene as she entered his market. Ned was a close family friend and someone Emilene considered like a father.

"Good morning Ned. How is everything going with you today?" Emilene sing-songed.

Usually she was not as chipper, taken a back by her mood Ned just let out a chuckle and left her on her way. He knew why she seemed bitter and didn't hold it against her. Any child that lost their parents young, and then abandoned by their caregivers would have the same attitude. He was glad to see that there were days when she could see the goodness in life and in people.

This just didn't happen. Emilene looked down at her spilled groceries on the cement and the noticed the mud and street water splashed over her clothes.

"Jerk!" she yelled at the cab and was about to flip him off when she decided it just wasn't worth it.

What a great way to ruin the day. She thought to herself.

Slowly she started to gather her things together, when she noticed another set of hands helping her out. She lifted to her head to acknowledge the good samaritan when she stopped.

What a beautiful smile!

Emilene began to feel butterflies in her stomach, a feeling she hasn't felt in months.

"...Uh... thank you. I should have been paying attention since these cab drivers are notorious for not giving a care for anyone unless it involves money." Emilene shyly remarked.

"It is not problem. When I see beautiful girl in need, I must help." The striking young man replied in broken English.

"You're not from around here, are you? Are you visiting someone in the city?" Emilene took noticed to what seemed to be a thick German accent.

"You could say that." the young man replied with a smirk.

They were able to fit everything in several of the bags that did not rip. Emilene sighed as she looked back down on herself and took note that she smelled and needed to take a shower immediately. She returned her attention on her rescuer and caught him watching her. There was something mysterious about him, but alluring at the same time. His style was not one that usually caught her attention, his baggy jeans, oversized t-shirt layered with a deep purple hoodie and black bandana tied around his head. His hair was pulled into little black cornrows across his head, and she took notice of his black lip ring. Guys like this just never really attracted her, but now she noticed that she wanted to know him. Her cheeks began to heat up and she realized that she was blushing and knew that he caught her studying him.

"Thank you again for helping me, most people would just have walked on by." Emilene felt her cheeks burn more and the butterflies intensified in her stomach.

What was going on? I don't even know this man and I feel like I need to know him!

"I apologize, but I am late for meeting. Maybe I will run into you again?" the young man replied with a sly smile.

Emilene nodded and smiled, thanking the young man again. As he walked by she caught the faint scent of his cologne and let the scent linger in her nose. She turned around watching him walk away when she realized she didn't catch his name.

"I'm Emilene!" she shouted, ignoring the looks from passer-bys.

"Nice to meet you Emilene, until... we meet again." replied young man. He then turned back around and a slow smile crept across his face.

"But... you're not going to tell me your name?" Too late, by then he was lost in the crowd.

The incident with the taxi was now erased from her mind. She couldn't get the image and scent from the out-of-town stranger from her mind. As she turned around on her heels she began to hum tunes under her breath on the walk back to her apartment.

"So a handsome stranger comes along, helps you out and you don't even try to get his name?" Michelle questioned.

"I... don't know what happened. It was like my brain just shut off and I was just in awe of him. Michelle, you have no idea, he was gorgeous! Nothing like these City guys, who always feel they have to strut around, trying to prove something."

Michelle continued to gaze at Emilene with a questioning look and threw her magazine on the floor.