Mike was sitting at a table near the window of a coffee shop. A woman at the table across from him was gazing at him for an eon. Mike was getting uncomfortable with the lady staring him. Suddenly, she stood up -still staring at Mike- and walked over to him.
"Hey, handsome," the woman spoke.
"Um... Hi," greeted Mike. "I'm Michael Nesmith. What's your name?" He wasn't enjoying the conversation so far.
"Tori Manzo," answered Tori happily with the grin still glued to her face.
Mike was aching with anxiousness. He wanted to leave the coffee shop immediately, but knew that the woman named Tori would become sad and depressed, also knowing that doing that would be impolite.
"Sorry, but I have to go," spoke Mike impatiently.
"Wait! Where do you live?" asked Tori hopefully.
"1334 North Beechwood Blvd.," replied Mike as he exited the coffee shop.
"Wait! What's your number!" yelled Tori.
It was too late. Mike was already running back to his beach house to see Peter, Micky, and Davy.