“What am I doing here?” Michelle asked herself, watching Jason drive.
Jason was poor, supporting himself as a dishwasher in a greasy spoon. Her friends called him an uneducated loser.
Yet she was drawn to him. Jason was athletic. He was a multitalented, self-taught genius. Most of all he was kind and caring, lending Michelle a smile when she was down.
The car came to stop and Michelle took her bearings as Jason opened her door. They were in a pavement desert.
“Where are we going for dinner?” she asked, confused.
“Havana,” he answered as they boarded his private jet.
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