"Hey, dude. You new here, too?”

A deep, soothing voice behind me gets me out of my thoughts.

When I turn around, there is pure masculinity popping in my eyes.

Sun-tanned skin, Muscles all over his body, auburn curls, steel blue eyes.

And a perfect toothpaste-advertisement-smile.

I don´t even recognize two other men standing behind him, ´cause I´m so flattered by his looks.

He´s absolutely my type!

Especially the eyes! I love these light blue-grayish eyes that remind me of husky dogs!

He´s – he´s –

"I´m Sandros.” A hand reaches out in my direction.

I must look really dumb for not grabbing and shaking it because after a moment, he takes his hand back and awkwardly looks at me.

"S-Sandros?” My voice surely is too high-pitched right now!

Damn!

"That´s my name,” he says with his perfect teeth smile, which has gotten a bit weird since I keep on staring at him.

"I – uh, my name is Johannes – John for short.” “You´re the guy from Germany?” I nod.

Silence.

What´s that supposed to mean? The guy from Germany?

"And you are from-?”

"Ah, sorry. Spain.”

I glance at the guys behind him. They awkwardly nod at me. "Julien,” says a very pale guy with blonde rastas. “France,” he adds. "I´m Max. I´m from Virginia.”

Max is black. Like black black. He looks like a basketball player and a perfect friend with his warm, soft smile.

He holds out his dark hand and I am finally able to shake it. Soft grip, warm skin.

"So, you got the 13,” Sandros asks and points at my key card. I nod.

"Where´s your luggage? Should we help carry your things?”

"Nah. They´re in Australia. Got mixed up at the airport. Do you know any stores around the corner, where I could grab a few things?”

All three look at me without saying a single word.

Sandros looks quite amused, while the others are rather shocked.

"We just got here, like you. We don´t have a clue about anything. Why don´t you just ask some staff person?” “I don´t speak Korean.”

More staring.

I feel dumb – like really dumb.

Max clears his throat first. “You – don´t?” I shake my head. “Nothing?” I shake my head again. “Not even a single word?” “Damn, just tell me who to ask for help,” I hiss. All guys flinch.

This is hell! What did I get myself into?

I sigh.

"Who-” “You could ask one of the boys if he knows somewhere to go.”

"The boys?”

They nod.