"So Phil, what do you like about black women, anyway?"
Jessika arched an eyebrow at Robert's question, but Phil pursed his lips as he thought the matter over. Really, there was a lot to like about Jessika. She was sassy but sweet, clever with words and quick with hilarious trivia. She had an amazing body and always looked glamorous, and her sense of style couldn't be beat. Plus she had an amazing voice that was surely take her to a career in music.
But there was one thing about his girlfriend that stood out above the rest. That one glorious trait that all black women shared regardless of their lineage. That incredible, unerasable trait that set them apart from all others. He threw an arm round Jessika, and she smirked into his watch as he pointed at her.
"It's the hair. No questions asked."