Savory sweetness filled her nostrils. It enraptured her body and lightened her soul, she didn't want the smell to go away but yet she didn't want to succumb to the light. Hastily, she threw off her blankets and made her way into the kitchen, there she saw were several fluffy stacks of blueberry pancakes. Emilene started to eat when she realized that she didn't remember coming home... and who was in her apartment? Struck by fear, she ran into her bedroom and got her old basball bat that was kept hidden under the bed. She slowly tip-toed through the hallway, when she heard the sink in the bathroom. Emilene pressed her body on the wall opposite of the bathroom door and held the bat ready to swing. She saw the light turn off from underneath the door, and watched as the door opened.

"Oh my gosh Em! What are you doing?!"

It was just Michelle, she must have came by to see if I made it home alright.

Noticing that she was holding her breathe, Emilene slowly exhaled. "Sorry Michelle, the smell of the pancakes woke me up and then I realized that I did not remember even coming home last night!"

Michelle started giggling, causing Emilene to raise her eyebrows to her. "Something funny Michelle?"

Making her way back to the kitchen, Michelle made a plate of pancakes for herself. "Tom called me last night to get your address and bring you home. I guess you fell asleep once you got into the car."

"But how did he get in?"

"He probably used your keys."

"He went through my purse?!" Emilene made her way over to her purse on the couch

"Don't get worked up over it, I highly doubt he would find any dark secrets in there." Michelle sarcastically replied while rolling her eyes.

"How did he get your number? You and Ian never stopped by to meet them..."

An exaggerated sigh slipped through Michelle's lips. "Sometimes you can be really dense Em."

Looking back in her purse, Emilene saw the glint of metal from her phone. She pulled it out and looked through her recent calls. Sure enough, Michelle was the last call made. But before putting her phone down, Emilene went through her contacts, thats when she saw Toms name and phone number.

She didn't know what to do. Call him? Wait until he calls her? Well, lets if he even tried getting her number from Michelle! Instead she decided to text him, being surprised at how bold she was last night, her shyness began to show.

Thank you for bringing me home. It means a lot. -- Em

Coffee. They all really needed the extra boost to get them started today. Interviews in the morning, a television appearance on TRL with a performance and then two days of relaxation. Those two days could not have come closer, but behind those two days loomed more interviews, traveling and starting up their tour.

The first interview went good, the usual questions were asked. But Bill was his chipper self as always, making everyone laugh with his high energized antics and Tom's usual comments on how he was practically a god to women. Both Georg and Gustav would just roll their eyes and comment where they felt fit. Afterwards, the guys made their way back to their hotel to grab some lunch. After several sandwiches and a few cokes the group felt re-energized as the caffiene flowed through their bodies.

"Her name is Emilene Halsted, and she is a graphic artist with MTV." Gustav read from the MTV Web site.

"Oh! Tom, that means you will see her later today! See, this good be a great thing for you. Finally a girl that could calm you down." Bill taunted.

Grunting, Tom cleaned up the kitchenette in his room as the guys kept poking jabs at him.

"I always thought that I would be the one to settle before him, but I was amazed at how gentleman like he was with her."

Thats when Bill went to far, Tom was not going to "settle down" nor try to pursue anything with Emilene. He believed in love for one night and that was it. He was going to continue living out his playboy ways until he felt he was ready to be tied down, even that was a long shot.

"I don't not want a relationship with her. I was just being nice, seeing if a different approach would work in getting women like her in bed with me!"

Georg and Gustav just shook their heads and started to play Call of Duty on their lap tops. Both placed their headphones on, knowing a battle with the twins was about to happen.

Bill's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Thomas! You need to stop viewing women as objects! Emma is a nice girl, a rare one at that from conversations I gathered with her last night. I won't let you use her and then discard her once you are through!"

Tom got in Bill's face, and just stared at him. He knew what he did was wrong, but how could it be so wrong when the girls are willing to be his object of lust? He was getting tired of the judgement and lectures, he decided that before things get any worse to drop it. It wasn't worth getting into a fight with Bill and he would be out of New York in a few days anyway.

"I give up! I am going to lay down and try to take a nap before our interview at MTV." Tom turned his back on Bill as he made his way into his bedroom. He shut the door, pulled the curtains closed on the window and fell into bed. Part of him was hoping that he would run in Emilene. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, a smile crept on his face when he read the text message.

It was always chaotic at MTV, no matter what department you worked in. Luckily for Emilene, her office was away from most of the confusion and chaos, the art and publications teams were nestled in their own section of the building. Not many ventured to the east side of the building as they considered it "boring." For her, that was ok, she preferred the quietness and listening to her music play from the computer. She couldn't stand listening to the same forty-fifty songs that played over again on the loudspeaker. She turned her chair around and looked out to the street. Below hundreds of teens stood on the street with signs decorated with hearts, "I love..." and random band names, although there were more Tokio Hotel signs in the crowd. Then she remembered that Tokio Hotel was their music guest today. She grabbed her notebook and pen and made her way over to photography, she loved watching Rico do his magic while taking photos. Rico also requested that she be present to edit the photos on site as Rico wanted to give the band a live preview of them. It was rare since Rico always sent the photos to whomever' management several days after the shoot, but Tokio Hotel was different. They were garnering a lot of buzz and many viewers keep requesting to see more of them. Emilene really didn't know who was in the band, only that they are from Germany and the next big thing.

"This is exciting Em! You are able to showcase your talents for a huge band!" squealed Michelle.

Emilene turned around and laughed with her friend. Michelle worked with Rico, she was in charge of dressing guests for interviews and photo ops. She scurried past Emilene with her hands full of shirts, jeans, Dickies, hats and some leather... all black.

"They are probably one of the coolest guys I have met working here, and you won't believe who they are!"

Who they are? Emilene just shook her head and watched as Michelle rounded the corner almost taking out some of the interns who haphazardly tried to grab the toppling pile of clothing from her hands.

Interested in knowing the identities of the guys, Emilene walked over to the green room for TRL. Inside she found an array of baked goods and beverages, trying to not succumb to her sweet tooth before the photo shoot, she walked past and entered Evan's office.

As she entered, Evan's looked up from his computer screen. "What is it Em?"

"I was wondering if you had a photo or something so I know who Tokio Hotel are?" She didn't understand why she was nervous all of a sudden.

"On top of my filing cabinet are some news releases with photos of them. I can't believe you don't know who they are and you are going to be assisting Rico?!" laughed Evan's.

Walking over to his filing cabinet the news releases were on top of the pile. A small gasp escaped her lips.

"What is it?"

"N-n-othing! Thank you very much Evans, and good luck out there!" with a dash she left his office and hoped he didn't poke fun of her on camera. Evans had a habit of making Emilene a joke whenever he hosted TRL and she did something he warranted hilarious.

Why didn't he tell me? Well, actually I don't expect him to just come out and tell a stranger, "I'm Tom Kaultiz of Tokio Hotel by the way!" Idiot! I hope I look alright? Oh too late to even worry about it. I wonder if he knows I work here? I can't believe I am going to be editing THEIR photos! Why today out of all days did Rico want me to assist? I just need to be calm, hopefully my palms won't sweat, I won't stutter and go on like a bumbling fool. Ugh! I am doing it now!

"And here she is! Emilene does magnificient work and will make you young men look absolutely beautiful!" exclaimed Rico.

What a great introduction Rico... don't put anymore pressure on me.

She could feel their eyes looking at her. "Does she always look like she is about to vomit?" Bill asked while looking at her worriedly.

Close your mouth and be professional! Don't stare, just act like you normally do. "Sorry, just a little winded from trying to get down here in time!" she whispered.

"Well now that introductions are over, lets get to work!"

The day went very smoothly, Georg and Gustav made her laugh very easily with their witty one liners and cheesy jokes. Bill had a little "diva" in him and he played on it, making everyone laugh. Tom would just pick on the guys to get the whole crew laughing and focus attention back on him, but the playful banter between Bill and Tom was funny and cute. Showing her editing and artistic skills to their photos was slightly unnerving at first, but once her confidence built up it was much easier as the day went on. It helped when Bill kept commenting on how beautiful he looked and that Georg's hair was shiny and soft looking. A few times she would catch Tom staring at her, when she would turn and catch him, he would smile and wink at her, as if they were sharing an inside joke. The guys hung around after their shoot to kill some time before they were to go on TRL to be interviewed. As she was working on the last several photos, it felt like someone was behind her, she turned to see Tom watching her work.

"I said if I never got into music that I would be a graphic artist."

"That is my job here, but I also help Rico when his main assistant is out of town."

"I am glad that I ran into you today." His smile as he spoke made her feel weak. She felt the heat as it rushed to her cheeks.

"I'm glad too, despite not knowing that you were apart of Tokio Hotel, and just learning exactly who your guys are earlier today." she made a mental note to smack herself in the face later on for not thinking before she spoke.

Tom started to laugh, and it made her feel a bit embarassed, the heat on her cheeks intensified. "Please don't be upset, I am happy to know that you were able to meet me as Tom Kaulitz and not as Tom Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel."

Tom stepped forward and gave Emilene a reassuring hug, she took in the scent of his cologne and felt the hardness of his muscles underneath his shirt. "I'll see you later Emma." he whispered in her ear.