Running Into Michael Jackson.

Meeting Again.

"Hello"

"Hey! I got your message. Good to hear your doing well."

"Thank you. Appreciated your concern."

"Well, your welcome. I never caught your name by the way."

"Oh, uh, my name is Skylar."

"Nice name. Well I have to go but would you like to grab a coffee sometime."

"Um. Okay!"

"Hehe, you sound excited."

"Oh, haha, yeah."

"So Sunday at twelve good? At the starbucks on third street?"

"Yes that sounds good."

"Alrighty, bye Skylar. Have a good day."

"You too."

Hangs Up

Holy Moly!!!   I am meeting him for coffee!! This is so exciting!!! What am I gonna wear! I'm so nervous!

Sunday, 11:55

I walk into starbucks. I wore some black jeans black boots and my blue plaid shirt. My hair up in a messy but perfect bun.

I walk in nervously.

I walk up to the counter and order me a cappucino.

I walk over to the window seat and wait for him.

Ten minutes later.

He still isn't here.

Maybe he is busy..

He is Michael Jackson.

Besides its just coffee...

Maybe its just me..

I grab my things and leave.

As I walk to my car I feel someone tap on my shoulder.