2003. John was 23, 2 years enlisted in the military and now he was spending some time in the U.S just got some free time.

Him and a few of his other buddies were at a 'mall', something a bit different from British malls, heaps of people dressed up and chatting.

John spied a little someone animatedly talking on a hot pink flip phone, they were wearing a pink satin camisole with ornate Y2K-style patterns, a pair of blue jeans are styled with a shiny, decorative belt, a collection of layered gold necklaces and a pair of gold hoop earrings, a small black handbag with heart-shaped accents, a manicured hand with pink and black floral nail art and a pair of black high-heeled shoes with delicate detail.

"Hey, what ya staring at mate?" His friend asks, snapping his fingers in front of John.

"Huh? What? Nothing." John says, still blatantly staring.

"Ooh, one of those American skanks. Go talk!" His friend encourages.

"Fine, piss off." John walks over, mentally going over what he's going to ask them, the figure finally hangs up the phone and turns, ending up face to face with John.

"Hi sweetheart. What's your name?"