Jafar Jackson

An ordinary girl named Emma worked part-time at a coffee shop after graduating from university. She was distinguished by her special kindness. Sweet, beautiful, and very sincere, she always helped people and animals, and was also studying to be an economist. Today, Los Angeles was bathed in warm evening sunshine. The shift was almost over. Filming for a major movie was underway nearby, but the entire crew was strictly forbidden from revealing any details of the project. Only occasionally did people with walkie-talkies, actors' trailers, and tired crew members appear near the coffee shop.

In fact, they were filming "Michael" there—a biopic about Michael Jackson. His nephew, Jafar Jackson, played the lead role. The shoot was arduous: endless dance rehearsals, glaring spotlights, dozens of takes, and constant press attention exhausted him almost every day.

Washing up her glasses and quietly humming along to the music in her headphones, Emma was already dreaming of getting home. Just then, the coffee shop door quietly opened. The last customer walked in. A tall man in a dark cap and glasses looked very tired. He lowered his head slightly, as if he wanted to remain unnoticed. Emma didn't recognize him, even though his uncle had been her true idol since childhood.

"Good evening. I'd like an espresso and water," Jafar Jackson said calmly.