Silence

Dinner

The irony. A singer was in love with a mute. As his mind was going through the idea, she looked at him waiting for an answer.
"I don't understand sign language. Sorry." Said Till sheepishly.
She only gave him a smile before pulling out her phone. Quickly typing something she handed the phone over and waited patiently.
No problem. Thanks for returning it! It was an important gift. My name's Amara Black. What's your's?
"I'm Till. Till Lindemann. I hope I didn't offend you last night." Said Till.
None taken. You were drunk off your ass.
Amara gave a giggle but it was very low, almost inaudible.
"That I was. Can I invite you for lunch?" Blurted out Till.
She giggled again as she typed out her thoughts.
Mr. Lindemann we both just stepped out of the restaurant downstairs at brunch. However if you still insist we can do dinner downstairs.
Reading it he could feel his ears and cheeks get hot with embarrassment. She was right but was grateful that she had offered dinner.
"Please call me Till and yes I insist. Tonight at seven?" Asked Till excitedly.
Alright see you then.
Amara left once he returned her phone, leaving him alone in the hall to celebrate in silence.

The rest of the day they took turns caring for Paul who was improving significantly and almost back to his cheerful self.
"Flake can you take my shift?" Asked Till.
"Why?" Asked Flake.
"I have something to do." Was all Till said.
Flake could guess what the big man was up to judging by him acting like a teenager who was trying to sneak off to see his girlfriend.
"Fine. While you're at it get me and Paul some food too." Said Flake.
Till nodded and was out of Paul's room before he could tell him the guys were out eating dinner too.
Back at his room he picked out the fanciest clothes out. Putting on black slacks and a black button up, slipping into his boots he grabbed his stuff and left.

Downstairs Amara was waiting downstairs for him by the waiting area. She wore the same as him but in a more feminine style. A smile plastered itself on her face as she motioned up and down at his body.
"Yes it seems we wore the same outfit." Laughed Till.
She waved for him towards the restaurant as she took a step forward. He wanted to offer his arm but didn't want to offend her if she saw he was getting too intimate. Tapping on his arm snapped him out of his thoughts as he found himself seated across from her. Apparently he went on autopilot as he got lost in his thoughts and didn't even register walking to the table. Amara looked concerned with head tilted slightly to the left and one eyebrow raised.
"Sorry I got lost in my thoughts." Apologized Till.
Amara gave a nod as her expresion relaxed. After they ordered Till started some light chatter hoping he could glean some more information about her.
"So where are you from?" Asked Till
Germany. And you?
Till was a bit shocked that someone didn't know them considering their reputation and sometimes less than stellar reputation.
"Same. Then what brings you to France?"
Personal reasons. I assume you're here to perform and since the only one performing here is Rammstein I also guess you're the singer for the band.
"Got it in one. If you knew who I was then is this only a ruse to get me?" Asked Till.
He was blunt because he was tired of women trying to get close to him just because of money and fame. Though he really hoped his bluntness didn't offend her. She only shook her head, smile not leaving her face.
No. One, I'm not here for your fame or wealth, I have plenty of that. You seemed intent on asking me out to eat and hoped that I would accept. Two, I take no offense to your bluntness, I imagine someone with your fame and money many women try to get close.
His heart fluttered as he read the message. It was nice to know someone other than his brothers, especially Flake, could read him this well. With one worry over, more questions popped up. She said she was wealthy and famous, but he had never heard of her which was weird considering they both were from Germany.
"What do you do? Since you know what I do already." Said Till.
I worked in security and medical until I lost my voice. It's not permanent but I just haven't found anyone that would help.
"Isn't it the doctors job to help if it can be fixed?" Asked Till a bit confused.
Amara looked away contemplating if she should tell or not. Till noticed and quickly reassured her that if she didn't want to tell then she didn't have too.
Let's just say there are only a few surgeons in the world that could do the operation and so far the few I have visited have all said my case is inoperable.
"Why don't you stay in a hospital?" Asked Till.
This way I can see the world before I die and I can tell when I'm not wanted around. With my family as it is, no hospital wants me in it when I'm a walking time bomb. Hell it took a lot of convincing for them to even let me do this.
"Then I wish you luck on your journey." Said Till raising his glass.
Amara clinked her glass with his as their food arrived. The two finished dinner and bid each other goodnight before returning to their rooms.