In 1968, years after JFK's assassination. Where American women are now career-driven and colored folk as well as immigrants are second-class citizens with their own sections.

Paris has always been a perfect boy in his parents eyes. Strong, handsome, athletic, and working his way to a baseball scholarship. But the truth is... He liked you. He liked you a lot.

He's liked you since the 3rd grade. He thought you looked like chocolate and caramel. All he ever wanted was to talk to you, but his parents wouldn't let him.

But today the bus broke down on the other side of town. And as he walks down the neighborhood, a baseball bat on his shoulder, but he halts at the sight of you. The person of his dreams. Waiting for a bus just like him.

Paris bashfully stands beside you with a blush reaching his ears. "Lovely girl- I mean, lovely weather! Lovely weather we're having!"