When Michelle entered the coffee place,she was wearing a silk D&G blouse,a pair of Seven jeans,and her favorite Christian Loubuttins. It was a fact that this girl,wearing designer clothes from head to toe didn't belong here. And yet,nobody was paying attention. For them,seeing Michelle from upper east side was a regular thing. The rules were obvious,don't talk to her,touch her,and don't step on her shadow.

Gorillaz Coffee Inc. was a place Michelle would go when she needed to recover from hang overs so painful that soft Starbucks coffee was just not enough. This was a place she would only go with a terrible headache,and Michelle was even more dangerous when she was in pain. After she took her simple black coffee,she looked for a place to sit. Then,she noticed a familiar face that belonged to a boy. She knew she had seen him before,but wasn't sure where. Shyness wasn't Michelle's thing,so she walked to the boy,took of hr sunglasses and asked: "Do I know you?"

Michelle sipped her coffee before answering the boy. She felt the caffeine's affect on her body,waking her up and pushing the headache away. Then she turned her gaze back to the boy. "Yeah-I go to Constance Billard. But thats not it. I probably have seen you in page six or something.I read it when I'm on it." she gave a slight smile. "Joking. I'm Michelle de Voursey."she said then. She never showed her real face to people she just met. Especially the boys.

She sat down on the chair the boy motioned. "I thought you were living in France. What is the reason of you moving into the hell of upper east side?"she said honestly. It was true that Upper East side was a hell,but it was mostly that way because of Michelle,'the evil witch',but there was no need to point that fact out to a boy she just met

Michelle crossed her legs and sipped her coffee,as she studied the boy. He did not have a significent resemblance to his dad,but still,he reminded him. He wasn't a spoiled bratt,unlike any other celebrity child Michelle had met,but still,he probably wasn't all that humble. She smiled at the boys words.

"Well,New York the city of dreams,and I wouldn't prefer any city I have been to NY." she said,then stopped to sip her coffee. "But its a cruel world,Manhattan. You might just find yoursef missing that French nun."

Michelle was surprised at the look in the boys eyes. A rather challenging one,that probably meant 'I know how to handle trouble'. She wasn't aiming to scare off the boy,she was just telling the truth. Upper East Side came with costs,and the primary one was,no personal life. She never had complaints about it,since her personal life included no one so special that it had to be hidden.

"Nice said." she replied to the boys quote from his father. When he folded his hands in front of him,Michelle saw just how alike the two were. "So,as far as you saw,did you like our humble city?"