Dearest Missy║Prince║

Prologue

January 1990, Chanhassen, MN.

Michelle Tait, whom everyone called Missy, rubbed her forehead with her hand and said to another waitress, Cassie:

— One espresso for a client at table number three!

—I already do!— Cassie replied cheerfully.

It was 7 pm and Missy had two more hours to work. Cafe "Anna Stesia" owed its name to the song of the same title of the local singer Prince.

Missy liked some of his songs, but if she was honest, she had another idol - Michael Jackson. She was at two Michael's concerts and has experienced these events so far.

A wonderful experience, she thought, and smoothed down the brown apron she was wearing. Her boss, Anne, required a sexy purple uniform from female employees - apparently Prince sometimes appeared in her cafe. But according to Cassie, it wasn't true.

— I've been working here from the beginning, that is, for a year — Cassie said sarcastically. — And he never appeared. Anne probably thinks he'll come, admire her apple pie and fall at her feet. Her purple prince!

Cassie leaned her back on the bar and thought about it. Her friend Charlotte arranged for them two tickets for the Michael Jackson's concert, which was to take place in two weeks in New York.

My boss dreams about the inaccessible Prince, and I want Michael to look at me once. It's not real.

Missy called herself naive. She was 22 years old and thought like an immature teenager.

Grow up, Michelle, she scolded herself. Mike will never notice a gray mouse like you.

He is a world stage star, a guy known as much as Jesus, and you are daydreaming.

***

There is half an hour to close the cafe. Missy was cleaning tables and singing "This girl is mine" softly. Cassie took a break and went to light a cigarette outside the cafe. Cass came out the second way.

Suddenly the front door opened quietly and the bell rang. Missy, however, did not pay attention to it, busy working and thinking about Michael's next concert. She was singing when she heard someone say:

— This song is not as good as you think.

The deep baritone made Missy stiffen. She frowned and turned to look the guy in the face. Then she saw a man in a strange mask.

He might have a mask, but she knew that face ...

— You are ... — she began and swallowed hard. Of course she met Prince Rogers Nelson.

— You know me — Prince said, and examined the girl carefully. Missy felt awkward when she saw that the man was examining her in this way. —  Although your taste in music is a bit ... terrible.

— Pardon me?— Missy was outraged and wanted to defend Michael when she remembered Prince was a special client.

And you, Michelle, are at work.

— You should listen to music, which is an art — Prince murmured and looked at the plaque with her name. —Michelle. And only my music has a soul.

Jesus, but he is modest, Missy thought irritably.

— Do you want to order something, sir?— Missy asked artificially in a polite tone and forced a smile. Prince took off his mask and then she saw that he had really big eyes. Brown and with beautiful eyelashes.

— Yes — Prince said and looked her straight in the eye. — A glass of water.

— Just a glass of water?— Missy felt her blush. This guy was incredibly beautiful. He may have been short, but he was really wonderful. And that voice.

—Maybe something else — Prince smiled broadly. — Your company, Michelle.

—What?— Missy blinked and then she realized.

He wants I to accompany him.

— Sir, I don't know if it's a good idea — Missy began, intimidated. — Soon my boss will come and ...

— This cafe is called like one of my songs — Prince raised an eyebrow. — I know from my friend that a certain Anne Hardy is my fan. I think you will work a little longer today.

—But you can't do that — Missy protested and then remembered her position.

You're just a waitress, you don't rule here. Fuck it must be.

—Everything can be done — Prince wanted to touch her cheek, but she backed away. Then Missy heard a soft creak and turned with him. Cassie came back from the break and made her eyes big.

—Oh God — Cassie whispered and clutched her heart. —Is this really happening?

—You mean our client?— Missy asked. —Yes, it's your reality.

—Ours — Prince corrected her. —Will I get a glass of water? Please?

—Of course, sir — Cassie came to her senses and complied with the guest's wish. —Do you want some honey, sir?

—Yes — Prince watched Missy. —And what do you want, Michelle?

— I don't want anything.

—I will ask you for a glass of wine for this charming lady — Prince ordered what Missy wanted to protest. —If you don't grant my wish, your boss will be disappointed, right? You show that you have a professional approach.

Cassie looked shocked at Missy. Missy pursed her lips and saw Prince wearing the mask again.

What an arrogant asshole, she thought.

She did not know that this meeting was just the beginning of something new in her life.

Something fascinating and dangerous at the same time.