‘Yes, he is here. Maurice will seat you.’ Maurice was now standing behind the woman and extended his arm in the direction they would walk. ‘How ...re you this evening? Is this your first time here?’ By the small talk was finished they were standing at the table and Brian stood up respectfully as Maurice pulled her chair out for her to sit. ‘Enjoy your dinner.’ Brian offered his hand as she began to sit down and she took it lightly, smiling and saying, ‘Nice to finally meet you.’ He was wearing a. From that point on, I think there was an attraction we were both feeling or maybe it was an infatuation, in either case we knew we couldn’t pursue our feelings, even though we may have wanted too. Yea, we tried to keep our conversations as easygoing as possible, but we still found ourselves innocently flirting with each other, all the time knowing we needed to keep each other at an arms length.As the story goes, every afternoon, I always tried to make sure to walk past the classroom where. She took Ella into a small rectangular room and introduced her to the larger than life make-up artist. His tone, outrageous fashion sense and mannerisms suggested he was gay, but she quickly discovered he was also a genius at hairdressing and make-up. ‘What do you think, sweetheart?’ he eventually asked her when he had restyled her hair. He had a hint of a lisp. Ella gave a surprised gasp as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. He had changed her look completely. Her dark hair was woven. He clearly was going to rape her. “Get the fuck out of here, nigger” she heard her father say. “There is no way that my baby daughter is going out with a nigger coon like you.”Marci was mortified. Her parents were racists just like Kimberly said. She ran back to her room and sobbed her eyes out. Jamal didn’t need to stick around. He had just needed to prove to Marci that her parents were racist. Marci’s mother came to Marci and tried to console her but it was clear that she agreed with her.