I left the office and ran down to my car, I had an hour before "One Direction" got there and Rachelle would snap if she didn't get her coffee before then. Traffic wasn't much better but I managed to get to Starbucks quicker than before. I stepped in and soaked in the aroma of fresh coffee but my soothing smells were interrupted by a young girly screams. Not again. I squeezed my way through and reached the barista, I ordered mine and Rachelle's usuals and tried my best to get it and get out, I was adding extra chocolate to Rachelle's coffee when I was bumped and three times more chocolate was added to her already overly chocolatey whipped cream.
"Shit!" I cursed and tried to brush off as much as I could,
"I'm sorry!" a low voice apologized from behind me, wow two British assholes in one day, wasn't I lucky?
"It's fine, whatever," I muttered,
"Here, let me get you a new one," he offered,
"It's really fine," I said and glanced at my watch,
"In a hurry?" he asked and raised an eyebrow,
"Yeah, really need to get going," I shot him a fake smile,
"Well I'll let you go then, my names Harry, maybe I'll see you around?" he said sweetly,
"Yeah, maybe.." I said as I hurried out and rushed to the office once again.
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Fast Times In Times Square
FanfictionAvery Williams is just your average personal assistant for one of the biggest magazine companies in the country. She fetches beverages and organizes interviews and photoshoots. What happens when Avery is grabbing lunch for her boss and runs into a c...
