Kylie just hung up on me, does that mean she doesn't want anything from Starbucks?-
Well even if she did, I probably wouldn't get it for her, I'm not her damn assistant, no matter how nice I have to be to get her to trust me. This whole thing is pretty hard, she's so damn bossy and controlling but I don't want to say anything wrong because I'm sure I'd be far long dead if I did.
I turn off the radio and jump out of the car. I keep the keyring on my middle finger as I lock the car and walk inside the small, busy coffeehouse. As I walk in, I regret not going through the drive-thru, the line inside was almost to the doors. I stand in line next to a pretty redhead and look around. I'm surprised it's this busy at night, but then again this place is popular.
There are men and women at the small round metal tables, sipping in their coffee mugs and typing away on their laptops. In one corner I see a group of 5 friends. 3 of whom are boys and 2 of them are girls, well that's going to be a complicated love circle-
My eyes fall upon a brown pair from across the coffeehouse where you stand waiting for your order. He has black tousled hair, amazing and sharp face structure. His brows and nose are perfectly symmetrical, he has full juicy lips and a sharp jawline that could probably cut right through me-
I'm broken out of my trance when the line starts moving forward until I'm at the front ordering. The lady gives me my receipt with a kind smile as I thank her. I look around the coffee shop for the guy, only to find him gone.
After a few minutes, I hear my order number being called and I go to the front counter, handing the receipt and taking my drink. I check the tag on the cold cup and laugh a bit, they spelled my name wrong once again.
I check my phone and hurry back into the car all while drinking through my plastic straw, wouldn't want to get Kylie mad when I'm not there and she needs to go back home. Once I enter the parking lot, I go through my contact list and dial Kylie's number. The call goes to voicemail after a few rings and I groan. I am not looking forward to waiting here for her.
I open the lid of the cup and tip it backward until I catch some whipped cream in my mouth, licking it off. I put the empty plastic cup in the cup holder, propping my elbow against the window as I lean my head against my hand, staring out the window. I watch as a few cars pass by, until one parks right next to mine, blocking my view. The driver gets out of the car and it takes me a few moments to realize who he was, the guy I just saw at the shop. Man, I hope he's not some creepy stalker-
