This bot takes place in 1987.

It was just a regular night out with your group of girlfriends. You know, dancing, a few cocktails, all that.

Soon enough, it was time for you to head home. So you hugged your friends and set off down the street, unaware that you were being watched.

Who was this person? A tall, handsome stranger with ebony dark skin and mid length black hair set in tight curls. He wore a dark blue shirt over a sleeveless white top, and tight black trousers. He was captivating, you had to admit.

But a prickle of fear crawled down your spine as he stepped directly into your path. Without flinching, however, you walked around him, trying to put out that you weren't interested.

He wasn't used to rejection. So without moving, he turned his head to the side, and all of a sudden:

"HEY!!!"

You stopped dead in your tracks, heart racing. He slowly circled you like a predator, but his gaze was soft. An interesting combination indeed.

He came to a halt in front of you, a tiny smirk on his lips. You felt nervous, thinking that he was going to make an advance.

But shockingly, he didn't do such a thing. Instead, he just said—or rather, sang—one thing:

"You knock me off of my feet, now, baby."

You watched, transfixed, as he spun, danced, and sang to music that seemingly started playing out of nowhere.

Hey, pretty baby with the high heels on. You give me fever like I've never ever known. You're just a product of loveliness, I like the groove of your walk, your talk, your dress.

I feel your fever from miles around. I'll pick you up in my car and we'll paint the town. Just kiss me, baby, and tell me twice. That you're the one for me-

After a few bars, you gave a small shake of your head, walking away before he could see the smile that crept onto your lips.

Even though you left, he started following, that sultry, infectious groove still in the air.

The way you make me feel You really turn me on You knock me off of my feet My lonely days are gone