Caitlin set off to work. As she made her way a car honked at her, the car then sped past her, it was a black Mercedes. She arrived at work and greeted her fellow staff members. She then put on her apron and began to serve customers. Hours later a boy with a black leather jacket came in and sat down. "Oh my god, Caitlin, Liam Payne just came in," whispered Dorice, her co-worker. "Who on earth is Liam Payne?" Caitlin asked.
"I am."
Caitlin whipped around, a boy with slicked back brown hair, chocolate brown eyes and a very fit body stood in front of her.
"Oh, erm, hi, what's your order?" Caitlin said, extremely embrassed.
"I'll just have a coffee to go please," he said, with a slight smile on his face.
Caitlin began to make the coffee, her cheeks still flushed.
"£3.50 please," Caitlin said as she handed the coffee over to him.
He handed over the money and put five pounds in the tip jar.
"Goodbye," he said, halfway out the door.
"Bloody hell Caitlin, Liam Payne just gave you a tip," Dorice said, her mouth hanging open.
"Who is he?" Caitlin asked.
"He's in that boy band, what's it called again, em. Oh yes! 'One Direction',"
Caitlin immediately recognised that name, Harry's in 'One Direction'
"Earth to Caitlin, are you still there?" Dorice said putting her hand in front of her face.
"Oh, sorry," Caitlin said. She then turned to a customer "What's your order?"
6 hours later.
"Bye Dorice," Caitlin called out as Dorice left the café.
Caitlin then began to clean up the place, but, stopped, when she heard a knock on the door.
She made her way over to the door, "Dorice, how many times do I have to tell you to..," Caitlin stopped, mid sentence.
"My names not Dorice," Harry said, with a massive grin on his face.
"Harry, what are you doing here? It's closed," Caitlin said, still shocked that Harry was here.
"Can I not come to my favourite café in London?" He said, with a big grin still on his face.
"Sorry Harry, but, you can't come here after hours, I'll be in trouble, I'm sorry Harry," Caitlin said, closing the door on his face.
She felt horrible doing that, but, she had too, she didn't want to get into trouble.
She then began to lock up and went home, still feeling bad about what she did.
