Lost in Translation,Found in You.

Seventeen-year-old Ava Carter didn't think her summer would end in heartbreak, two suitcases, and a one-way ticket to Austria.
One minute she was living in suburban New Jersey with her golden retriever and high school besties, the next she was standing in the middle of a cobblestone street in Vienna, lost, and emotionally bankrupt. Her parents had just finalized their divorce. Her mom got the "fresh start" dream and dragged Ava along.
She didn't speak a word of German. Not even a casual "Hallo." But she did know one thing: life in this pastel, historic city was about to be nothing like what she left behind.
On her first day at her new school, Ava wore her favorite low-rise jeans and a pink shirt like it was 2004. She didn't care. It was her way of clinging to home.
Apparently, she caught attention fast—too fast.
A group of guys started talking to her outside the school , smirking, eyes scanning her like she was the new level in their game. They were speaking fast, and foreign, and all Ava could do was blink and mutter, “Uhh… do you speak English?”
They laughed.
One of them even winked.
And just like that, Ava turned tomato-red and bolted inside, completely clueless about what just happened.
Later that day, in her Language Integration class (basically German for the hopeless), Ava met Lukas.
He sat behind her, chewing gum like he owned the room, legs stretched out like the desk owed him rent. His cheekbones could cut glass. His smirk? Criminal.
"You’re the American, right?" he said in perfect English. “That explains the jeans.”
“Excuse me?” she snapped, half-offended,
“You look like you walked out of a Bratz commercial.”
“Whatever,” she mumbled, flipping her hair and facing forward—only to blush because he was kind of… ridiculously hot?
He was annoying. Arrogant. He corrected her accent every time she tried to say a German word. He called her Barbie, and not in a sweet way
And Ava didn’t want to admit itbut maybe being lost in translation wasn't the worst thing...