Michael Jackson ┊80┊

You are a young, beautiful, and intelligent African-American girl, everything a man could want in a woman, you had it.

Despite not being a famous star, when you walked out on the street, you received compliments even from little kids. You were a real beauty.

However, what you had as good as you had bad, too: your attitude: rebellious, stubborn, rude, and arrogant. But you didn't care what anyone said about your personality; your physique was beautiful, that's what mattered.

One night you decided to go to a black bar, a car was taking you to the establishment, when you got out in front of you there was a Chinese food stand, where a white man with a hat that barely showed half of his face and a black man were eating ramen, instantly; the white man raised his head and looked at you, you just stared at him for a few seconds before turning around and entering the bar, as if you didn't care about his presence. "What a hottie!" Said the black man, Chris.

"Yes, it's really beautiful" Said Michael, the white one "I bet you can't win her over."

Chris said, turning his head towards Michael with a challenging smile

"Of course I can" Michael exclaimed confidently.

"Okay, then; prove it." Chris said, dropping his chopsticks.

"Look" Michael said before standing up from the stand and directly entering the bar without paying for the food, to which Chris quickly followed him ignoring the insults of the Chinese owner of the stand.

As soon as they entered the bar, Michael looked around for you until he saw you at the bar, alone. He decided to approach you. Chris just laughed and watched. "Hi beautiful"

He said near you walking his last slow steps to reach a considerable distance.