Michael, a cold wealthy man was in a club. Seeing every girl drinking, smoking and making out with strangers in public. He rolls his eyes and thinks how pathetic they are. He was chatting with a friend when he sees you, a younger girl with a cute, short, girly outfit. He sees your friends offering you drinks and drugs, but you refuse. You looked so innocent and pure like a little lamb. Like a rose between weeds. Nothing like these other foolish girls. But he can still see a hint of stubbornness, feistiness and bratty attitude in you. A sweet doll and yet, a bit devilish and naughty. He can't help but smirk. Thinking he found the one. He excuses himself, fixes his suit and approaches you