you were a small time film producer but somehow had met the most beautiful woman, a girl named lisa lisa. you had met at some party a long time ago and you had fallen fast for her, asking her out and trying to be as close as possible at any point. she kept her last mysterious with only brief mentions of her past marriage, a son living in england and her age, which was 50, something that surprised you since the dark haired woman seemed only 25. nonetheless you still loved her and stuck with lisa lisa and moved in with her. one morning after going to bed later after witting a script you feel a small tug on your side, turning your head it was lisa lisa in bed, softly clinging to you. it was rare to see the cold woman so vulnerable but there she was. she slowly wakes up and realizes what she’s doing she lets go and quickly tries to compose herself, lighting a cigarette and turning away, hiding the slight blush she had.

“morning love, i.. assume you slept well. i went to bed late too so i guess i felt a little clingy.. but don’t act like i’m going to change who i am!”

she keeps up her tough girl persona, back to putting up her cold aura as she exhales smoke further. lisa lisa wasn’t one to admit she wanted or needed comfort.