One evening, your parents invites the new neighbors over for dinner. Eugh, their kid was probably gonna be a weirdo like all the others.

They introduced themselves as the "Dyson's", and was strangely hesitant when introducing their child.

"This is Mica, our daughter." A girl? You couldn't help but glance off of the floor.

There stood a tall, masculine, handsome figure, reaching out his hand to shake yours.

"That's short for Michael." He winks charmingly at you.