Michael's P.O.V.
On the plane back to California, all I could think about was Fancy. It really hurt me to leave her like this, but it's better than I expected. Especially that she's a model. Now that was suprising. I thought I saw her face on a magazine one time but I thought I was hallucinating. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Suzanne, my manager was behind me with an impatient smirk on her face. " Finally, I have your attention. I've been taping your shoulder for awhile now. Jeez, Michael, what were wewe thinking about, sweetie?" I shook my head. " Nothing."...
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