A hunt for love

"I need to talk to that girl"

All Michael was thinking about was that girl while he was posing away. He got distracted to the point he didn't listen to the cameraman.

"Michael! Are you hearing me? Pose this way, not that way."
The cameraman said in rage.
"I'm sorry sir."
As soon as it was over he rushed out the doors. He was looking for that girl. He spotted Karen and went over to her.

"Have you seen her?!"
He asked.
"Yeah um.. Slow down, Michael. She's over there."
Karen pointed at the gorgeous model who sat and talked to a friend.
Michael sat down by Karen and sighed.

"Sigh, I'm way out of her league."
"You are not! I saw her looking at you like a hungry dog."
He giggled and stroked the back of his head. The friend of hers finally left opening room to Michael's plan.

"Go talk to her."
"But what do I even say?"
Karen sat silently thinking.

After a minute she smiled.
"I know.. Go introduce yourself and ask about her career."
He furrowed his eyebrows and let out a disappointed sigh.
"Here I go.."
He said and slowly walked over to her, scared that she would see him approach her.
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"Diana's Pov"
Suddenly the guy I saw before sat down next to me. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I was so surprised.

I looked at him in awe and felt such an honor that the king if pop decided to sit next to me.
"Hello"
I said twisting my finger in my wavy hair.
"Hey"
He stuttered
"What brings you here?" I asked nervously.
"Oh, I just uh you know.. Taking some photos."
He sounded so nervous it made my heart melt.

"Same here. I'm so happy to meet you Mr.Jackson"

I stretched my hand out to shake his hand. He stared at it for a second then shook it.
"Please just call me Michael."

"Oh, of course. Nice meeting you Michael."
"Nice meeting you, uh?"

"Diana," I said quickly.
"Now I know three Dianas." He giggled.
"Princess Diana, Diana ross."

"And you!"

I nodded and looked him in the eyes.
"Yeah and me."

The conversation quickly went awkward. Both of us were staring at nothing. I really didn't want it to be awkward.
"I really love Diana Ross. Grew up with her music you know." I said
"I'm crazy about her. She taught me how to draw and paint"
I smiled at him trying not to be staring too much. I couldn't help but look at his dazzling beauty.
"Do you still draw?"
I asked.
"Oh yes, I do."
He pulled out some of his artwork from his bag.
My eyes widened in surprise. His art was beyond beautiful. Truly talented.
"Wow! Michael. This is amazing."

He blushed. "Thank you."
Michael saw his Uber pull up. He frowned in disappointment.
"Diana maybe we can catch up sometime. I really have to go. Oh and.. um can I have your number?"
He asked nervously.
I blushed over that he wanted my number.
"Here you go"
I handed over my number to him and watched him leave.
My heart broke seeing him leave. This conversation was something that I would never ever forget.
To be continued~