>>18315573I'd be offended because I don't know how she thought I was a nigger... then I'd conclude it was her way of flirting and say something racist back like "Nah, only nigger here is you!" and we'd laugh. I'd say I know who she is and think she's pretty great even though I haven't seen her matches before this year. I'd cough up the courage to ask for her number and we'd go out on a date, we'd go to a fancy steakhouse and I'd ask her about her career, we'd go for italian ice cream afterwards and spot a open fair ground.laughing at all the niggers from the ferris wheel and make jokes. I'd take her home and while standing on the porch we'd watch some moths she almost got flown in her mouth flap together with others on the porch light. I'd say some light remark like "Well, it found it's mate or friend, not flying alone..". While brushing a strand of hair from her mouth she softly says "Yeah, that sounds good", she leans into kiss and her warm lips press against mine for what feels like an eternity. Just then Papa Blanchard opens the door and interrupts our embrace, he said he thought the noises meant some porch monkeys were trying to sneak in. We all laugh and I shake his hands and greet, and say it's nice to meet a legend. I look at Tessa who looks a bit embarrassed but smiling, I say to her "I had the best time, and I really think we need to do this again, but it's too good to rush". "Yeah, I like that" she'd gives me quick kiss and waves me of with "Tomorrow 18:00, don't nigger out ya hear" and as I wave and leave I have trouble not celebrating there on the spot. I sit in my car and put on some Johnny Rebel song she recommended earlier.