Coffee Breaks // l.t.

Chapter 1

Dayne

"I need the plain black Vans, okay? It's different from the black and white." I said, kind of whiny, as I searched through the different racks of shoes.

"They're similar, Dayne. Your black and white Vans shows most of the black, you're wasting your money." I stopped walking and turned my head dramatically slow to look at Natalie. I raised my eyebrows at her as she did the same; it was funny that we actually stopped just to make a point.

A few moments later, realization took over her face and she started nodding to herself. "I forgot your pocket's too deep to lose at least $75."

I chuckled and walked to the other side of the store. I decided to act like I was unaware of the other customers following me around with their phones in hand. Sometimes I wondered what's it like to buy a pair of shoes with people acting normally around me, I forgot what it was like.

"Just go and look for a hoodie or something." I called out to Natalie, my P.A. / Personal Assistant.

"We're in LA, Dayne. A place where there is now winter." She rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging on her lips.

"It's 19 degrees outside, it's exceptional. But whatever. Get anything!"

"That's what I love about you." I heard her mumble. "Do you think I'll look good in neon? 'cause you know, I was n-" her phone suddenly rang, startling me a bit; she had the most annoying ringtone for my manager and it kind of annoyed me whenever I hear the voice of that kid in Shrek.

Do the roar. Do the roar. Do the r-

"Yes boss?," I scoffed and walked away even farther from her. The only thing I wanted to do was explore different stores here in Los Angeles that I've never had the chance to enjoy, not work.

The salesman had a massive smile when I approached the rack he guarded, and I knew I was given extra credit again than any other customers, because, I am me. I shrugged and smiled back. Not as plastic, but a bit genuine.

"A pair of that plain black please? I'm a 7.5." my eyes landed on probably the coolest Vans there could be, and it was a Spider Man slip-on. I smiled creepily and rubbed my hands together, ogling at the pair of shoes as I got nearer. "Can I have that please? The same size. Oh, and that Batman and Marvel! Shit, that is sick."

It was quite ironic though that almost 3/4 of the customers were basically moving as close to me as possible, observing my every move while I was doing the same with the shoes. Ha! the shoes.

"D, we should be heading out. C'mon wrap it up!" she hurriedly tossed me a mountain of things that I was going to pay for her, and she didn't even have any ounce of shame, but it's alright. I love her to death and I would take a bullet for her.

"This is so generous of you," she smiled at me, I frowned.

I swatted the air. "Yeah, yeah,"

After a few minutes of pictures, autographs, and a five-minute chat with a fan, we both were basically sprinting out of the store, carrying five paper bags. 4 pairs of shoes and a SnapBack for me, a handful of shirts, tank tops, sunglasses, keychains, and a wallet for Natalie cost me almost $400 all in all. I hope that was enough for us to get contented.

I put the bags in the back of my car and hopped in without uttering any word. When we really needed to hurry up, it's kind of a "drive as fast as you can but don't kill anybody" kind of hurry up.

"So, Lester already dropped by the condo and got everything ready. Your outfit is all set, so that is a check..." she told me, her eyes never leaving her phone. "Hair and make up?" I questioned, turning up the volume of the stereo.