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I grab the latte and muffin from Drew. "Thank you," I say, spinning around to head to the door.
"No problemo amigo," He replies with a laugh. I shake my head at him and grin. Once I push open the door, I notice that the boy had left. I raise a brow and step out a bit more, scanning the room. No sign of him anywhere.
"Huh," I breathe, heading to his table. He had left a total of sixty dollars on the surface. The ten sat alone while the fifty was folded and placed halfway underneath the napkin cartridge. "Oh shit." I slide the fifty out and look up out of the window to see if I could spot him so I could thank him, but he was nowhere to be seen. I slide the fifty into my apron pocket and take the tenner to the front desk. I slide it into the cash register and pull out my phone. 11:32 am. My shift is now over. I go into Marge's office and say my farewells to her along with Drew.
I pull my apron off and sling it over my shoulder, making sure the fifty didn't slide out, and head outside. I should've worn a jacket today. It's practically freezing. Steam rolls out of between my lips with every breath.
I get on my phone, order an Uber, and sit down at one of the tables outside to wait for my ride. Down the road, I hear flurries of yelling and screaming. I look up to see what the commotion is about but I only see a crowd forming around the Marriot hotel. My curiosity wonders and I sit there for a while, watching the crowd being pushed back by police. No, no. They're security guards. I contemplate walking over there for a moment.
"Fuck it." I murmur to myself and stand up. I make my way to the front of the hotel and approach a girl who is raising her arms high into the air with a phone in her hands, trying to take a picture I suppose. I tap her shoulder to get her attention. She swivels around to look at me and smiles.
"Yes?" She says sweetly.
"Uh. Yeah. What's this crowd about?" I inquire, gesturing to the mob of people.
"You don't know?" She asks. I shake my head calmly. "Harry Styles is staying here!" She squeals and jumps up and down a few times. I smile at her joy.
When she stands still, I speak up. "And who is he?"
She pauses and gapes. "You dont know who Harry Styles is?"
"Nope." I pop the 'p' in the word. "Not a clue."
A few more girls turn around and question me on how I don't know who this mystery guy is. The girl I had been talking to starts to explain. "Okay, so, Harry Styles is..." She goes on a 15 minute rant on how 'gorgeous' this guy is. And how he sings like an 'angel'.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Saved by the phone. I pull it out and read the notification. 'Hey. It's your Uber. I don't see you.'
I reply quickly, not wanting to lose my ride. 'Yes. Sorry. I'm in front of the Marriot hotel. If you could floor it, that'd be great.'
I squeeze away from the girls. "Sorry. My Uber is here." I head to the curb of the sidewalk without another word and wait for my ride.