frozen rose
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It was in the beginning of September. Michael Jackson was still staying within the comforting boundaries of Dubai, in UAE. It was a beautiful, warm and welcoming country; the people excepted you from anywhere and everywhere; not even worrying about what religion you were. The scenary was spectacular; with a soothing, warm, clear, sapphire blue ocean, that spread over almost the whole of the entire city, with the whitest of the white sands. Shells and pebbles were rarely spotted; and most of the time, people were dressed in their everyday robes; that covered every part of their body - as they were Muslims.
It was in the middle of the afternoon, and Michael Jackson made his fourth appearance into the crowded city; being greeted everywhere he went. Just recently; he took Missy Elliot's advice; and decided to get a new style; he seemed more toned out then he usually did - as he bulit up his ab muscles and tummy muscles and even his arms were a little more visible through his clothes. His hair was too a little more shorter; he had a inch off his length. He seemed to have a habit of walking in between the white grains of transparent sand; with his new pair of white, sneakers; to refresh; he wore a pair of blue, the colour of dusk jeans, which were slightly baggy, but not too much; with a tight sleeved t-shirt, that was really showing off his new body, well, the top half anyway.
He was rather hungry at this point; and rather tired, he was bursting for a cool glass of lemon flavoured water and a chicken salad sandwich. As he moved onward to the near-by cafe across the road from his hotel suite. It was rather freshing as he felt his hair being pulled back by the invisible hands that created the natural, salty breeze; it was gently massaging his tense neck muscles. It felt nice.
------MJ------
Finally reaching the usual sound of the local cafe, Michael entered casually, without anyone noticing; this was really relieving to him. In his mind, he wondering to himself:
'This is the exact thing I need... a nice, calm, warming country that repects a person's needed privacy'
Walking through the clear path, he came to the counter with a natural smile, as a young, female employee, obviously Asian; as the clue was the colour and texture of her soft skin, and the colour of her eyes and hair. Without hestitation, Michael started to order his desired meal.
"Hello, I would like to have a medium sized glass of lemon flavoured water, with a chicken salad sandwich, please" he kindly announced his presence.
"No problem, Mr. Jackson! Is there anything else you would like?" she replied, smiling naturally.
"No, thank you, that will be all."
Nodding in responce, she told him the price, and Michael obeyed and paid the right amount of money and waited until his meal arrived.
-----MJ-----
Getting the meal soon enough, Michael took the tray carefully out of the young woman's grasp and thanked her once more, and finally walked over to a deserted table to eat his meal. In curiousity; he looked out the clean, transparent windows and got taken aback by a beautiful scenary; it was a rather beautiful day in Dubai, and he was really astonished at how clean and well-mannered these people were; especially the young woman's politeness.
Everytime he looked back at her, he saw her ebony eyes gazing at him, he flushed a little and continued to eat his meal. What he wasn't expecting was, was the young girl standing over him.
"Hello again! Do you mind if I sit with you?" she beamed, waiting for a responce.
"Erm... Yes! Of course! Take a seat!" he finally responded, gesturing an empty seat.
As she allowed herself to get comfortable within the seat; Michael took a long look at her; her hair was long, past her slender shoulders; they seemed to have a few mahogany highlights within a few midnight black strands; her skin was a melted, dark chocolate brown, matching her large, ebony eyes; her smile was so blinding; it was like a million pearls blooming from flowers. He quickly snapped out of the trance; when she responded.
"Sorry to bother you. It just seemed you needed someone to talk to! You seemed lonely" she complimented on his quietness.
"Well, thank you. That was really sweet of you" he gave a hesitant smile, as he took the last bite of his sandwich.
"It was my pleasure"
Wiping his mouth with the accompanied napkin, Michael cleared his throat and thought about what he was going to ask her.
"So..."
"So..." she echoed.
"What's your name? - not meaning to be rude"
"My name is Redina Sothrika"...
