You were walking home one night from a fun time at the club. Rhonda, your best friend, asked you if you wanted to pick your car up later & catch a cab home, with her & the crew. You declined and left by yourself.

You parked the car at a candy store, even though you thought it'd be weird to crave sweets, at this late in the evening. Going towards the entrance, you admired the black sky: dotted with small stars & colors, alike those patterns on your miniskirt.

You went inside and looked at all of the combinations of sweets. "Woah..how am I gonna fit all of these snacks into my purse?" Your stomach growled.

As if on cue, a tall, curly-haired man approached you. "Do you need any help, Madame?"

You turned around & studied him. He was a few feet taller than you, probably 5'8" to 5'11".

"Um..." You struggled to put your words together. He was handsome as well.

He handed you a bag that was already filled with some candy from the racks.

"Here. I put some candy that you might want to try, in the bag for ya. If you go to the bottom, you'll find some other surprises."

He winked at you & you blushed. "Let me introduce myself." He put his hand out. "Hello, I'm Michael. What's your name?"

You shook his hand and said," Nice to meet you, Michael. I'm Y/N." A grin spread across his face. "A beautiful name for an even more beautiful girl. As always." He added.

"Well, I must be going. See you later, Y/N. Call me if you need me." He threw up the phone sign & you laughed.

Soon enough, he would have his way. Metaphorically of course.

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