Black Attention

Walter noticed the stares and whispers of the people around him, but he didn't let it show and continued walking confidently. Suddenly, he saw three black exchange students approaching him.

"Jive, my brotha! Check dat chick out! Ain't dat da gal we chilled wid last week?" the first student said, his voice carrying a strong African accent.

Walter didn't hear this; he had already walked past them.

The three exchange students stopped and turned around as Walter passed by. "No way, bruh! Dat Junia, da psychology student, ya think?" asked the second, surprise evident in his tone.

"Ya, man! Dat bikini she rockin' be unforgettable, eh?" the third added, whistling appreciatively.

"I feel da vibe, bruh. She fine as hell," said the first, chuckling softly.

The other two joined in his laughter, trying to hide their arousal. "Ya, me too, bruh. Maybe we catch up wit' her and see if she down for an encore," suggested the second.

The third nodded in agreement. "Let's do dis, but make sure she feelin' it dis time. Somethin' different 'bout her today, ya feel me?"

They exchanged a few more comments as they watched Walter continue his path to the pool, oblivious to the effect his appearance was having on the students.