Michael Jackson Imagines (re-imagine)

Encounter (Cutie?)

"Taxi!"

"Where are are you going miss?"

"Just drive me to a nearest hotel please." I mumbled.

He nodded

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I let out a sigh as I approach the hotel, realizing that I can finally make decisions for myself. The memories of my ex-boyfriend make me feel nauseous. He can keep his new girlfriend, I'm not going back to that.

If it weren't for his parents, I wouldn't have endured another night sharing a bed with that unpleasant dickhead.

"Hello there, welcome to Roseville Hotel! How may I assist you today?" A warm-hearted brunette greeted me with a broad smile.

"Could I please check in for a week?" I requested.

"That will be **** dollars, ma'am. Here's your key," she replied cheerfully.

"Thank you," I said as I signed the necessary paperwork and received the key to my room.

"Room number 203, huh? Alright," I murmured to myself.

Gathering my luggage, I made my way to the third floor, traversing the lengthy corridor. Upon nearing my room, I noticed a tall man sporting a fedora entering the door adjacent to mine.

Just as I approached my door, a collision with a housekeeping cart sent me tumbling, my head connecting with another passerby.

"Ouch!" I instinctively shielded my face with my hands and grasped at my side. That collision was no joke! Man it hurts!

The janitor who had inadvertently bumped into me quickly apologized and offered assistance to help me back up. A gentleman with a fedora extended his hand, offering support to help me rise, but I found it challenging to stand unaided. In that moment, I felt utterly helpless, the pain pulsating from my hip.

Amidst the janitor's continued apologies, expressing regret for not being more cautious, I managed a strained smile and assured him it was alright to depart.

The man in the fedora inquired once more if I was certain I was alright, his hand gently resting on my back in a gesture of comfort. His deep, soothing voice provided some solace, yet I couldn't shake the desire to see his face, obscured as it was behind a red silk mask and shades.

It was frustrating not being able to recognize him at all, smh.

"Thank you, may I know your name?" I asked as he motioned for me to take a seat.

"I reside next door, but I prefer to keep my name to myself," he responded, settling down beside me.

"That's alright, perhaps next time then. By the way, I'm Y/N," I introduced myself with a smile.

"You're quite lovely, did you know that? Are you single?" he queried in a gentle tone, prompting me to arch an eyebrow.

"Thank you, but what if I were?" I retorted with a smirk.

He chuckled and affectionately tapped my head.

Seriously? He seems to trust easily, I mused to myself.

"Do you want some ice, or are you feeling better now?" he asked.

"I'm alright, thank you," I replied.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded in affirmation.

"If that's the case, um, I'm sorry about what happened but I need to go. I have some errands to run. See you next time, pretty girl," he giggled.

"Alright, I'll see you later then."

"Don't fret, I'll ensure to check in on you once I return. My apologies again!" he waved farewell.

"For once, stop apologizing!" I waved back.

"Consider it a plan! a date!" he called out.

"Sounds good!"

As he vanished from view, I released a hefty exhale and grinned to myself.

Well, that escalated swiftly. I found myself a date.

What an encounter.