Heather and Andre

Heather waved goodbye to her father before putting her hands on her hips and looking forlornly around the dusty village. Just then she noticed Andre still standing nearby, watching her intently. The redhead smiled slightly, folding her arms protectively over her chest as the African approached her.

"You are pretty," he told her quietly. "I want to be with a pretty white girl."

"Congratulations," the American said a little dismissively, sighing as she realized that he was the only person she knew here. "Will you show me around?"

Andre's eyes light up. "Yes, I show you," he promised her, taking her hand and leading her down the street and into an alley. "I like to show!"

"Uh..." Andre's eagerness suggested some misunderstanding, but Heather couldn't extricate her hand from his.