A Million Miles || Christopher Velez

Chapter 2: Coffee [/]

"Coffee, miss?" Anaeya asked.

"Oh, yes," the other girl replied, looking up from her computer. Anaeya nodded and poured a cup of coffee for her. "Thank you. Newbie, right? You must be Anaeya, right? Or is it Sylvia?"

"Anaeya, miss," she introduced herself. "My name is Anaeya DeLuca, from San Francisco. Sylvia is my friend and she is just running late."

The girl laughed. "On the first day?"

"Mhm, she works by day but is a student by night."

"I tried that before. I gave up, eventually," the girl commented. "Hectic life, I must say. My name is Devina, just call me Devvy. Welcome to Sony Music Miami."

Devvy offered her hand to shake. Anaeya accepted it and then handed her coffee.

"Thanks. I'll go now, I need to make coffee for our boss."

"Bye!"

Anaeya smiled to herself. She love her job already as she was already making lots of friends here. Thanks to her uncle, she managed to land a job with Sony Music, although she had to work as a coffee maker and serve the staff here.

But as her mother used to say, you slowly work your way up.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket for half a minute before it stopped. This was the 16th time or so, she lost count.

Thankfully, she had put it in vibration mode after the 5th call that day. There could only be one person who would be desperate enough to do such. Anaeya rolled her eyes.

Sylvia.

She sighed and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Ana!" her friend screamed through the phone. "Where the hell are you? Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"Working."

"You woke without me," Sylvia complained. Anaeya could hear cars honking in the background. "How could you? Its our first day at work. Being late on the first day is going to leave a bad mark to leave on my record."

"You seemed very tired after the flight and all. How's Rayna?"

"She made breakfast for me."

"Just go back to sleep, aite? I have got it covered, I can manage myself today."

"What? No! You shouldn't encourage me to go back and sleep. What sort of friend are you? No, I'm coming anyway."

Before Anaeya could protest, the other girl had ended the call. She shook her head and went to serve her boss his latte.

She walked down the hallway, greeting the staff as she did and stopped by the meeting room. The door was wide open but she still knocked anyway.

"Oh, its you," her boss said, looking up from his documents. He was alone in the large room. "Anaeya, where's your friend? I need you to prepare some coffee and crackers or something. No one thought they would reply to my emails but I have guests coming right away."

"Alright, sir."

"Renee will help you." Anaeya nodded towards the woman next to him and they both quickly head to work.

Anaeya quickly made her way to the lounge and prepared more coffee. Renee had went to buy some pastries from a bakery nearby. It took them about 15 minutes but they eventually managed.

After that, Renee dismissed herself, leaving Anaeya and the boss alone in the room. Before the girl could leave, the man called for her. "Anaeya, I want you to stay during the meeting. Just in case the guests need anything."

"Okay." Obediently, the girl positioned herself in the far corner of the room, watching the scene outside the building.

There was a massive crowd around the building and cameras which were not there this morning flashing from all directions. Who are the guests?

Just then, a woman with blonde hair stepped into the room and behind her were...

"Damn!" she muttered, calm. But inside, the girl was freaking out. She recognised them all.

The Latin American version of One Direction was here. CNCO, her favourite spanish boyband was in the freaking building. They were breathing the same air in the same room as she was.

First, came in blonde haired Richard Camacho. As usual, he had a rebellious aura around him and was dressed like a male model from head to toe. She recognised the brand they wore, Dolce & Gabbana. Expensive, mhmm.

Next was Zabdiel De Jesus. Now, she understood why many referred him as an avatar. The fact that he was so tall intimidated her. Probably two heads taller? She quirked a smile. Despite the smile he had on, he seemed as sleepy as ever.

Then, Joel Pimentel. All she could say was: Ay dios mio. Sylvia would kill to be in her position right then. The 19 year old had sweet smile on his face went he came in and up close he looked very good in black. Very good.

Erick Brian Colon came in after that. The green-eyed Cuban could melt glaciers with his looks although his attention was fixated to his phone. The young lad defined perfection better than any dictionary could. He was perfect from every angle.

And to complement to all that was Christopher freaking Velez. She recognised him although he was busy signing autographs and teasing his manager, Renato. Despite being the eldest, he still acted like a kid on Christmas morning.

Anaeya watched in amusement as Renato slung an arm over the boy and somehow manhandled him into the room. Renato shut the door behind him, which meant that it would be awkward for her to leave the room.

Just imagine, the fans anticipating for their beloved artists but only finding a girl who serves coffee coming out from the same room.

Subconsciously, she turned around and fixed herself to make herself more presentable. Well, how more presentable can I be in just a plain shirt, tights and sneakers? she thought. Pstt, note the sarcasm.

From the corner of the room, Anaeya silently watched as the boys seated themselves around the long table. The girl from before, Clara sat next to Mr. Sean, greeting him like they were old friends.

Blonde haired Richard Camacho was seated between stylish Joel Pimentel and a very sleepy Zabdiel De Jesus. Opposite them were the remaining two members, young lad Erick Brian Colon and her favourite band member, Christopher Velez.

"Anaeya?" Mr. Sean said, turning to glance at her. Just then, everyone's eyes turned to the girl in suprise. Of course, none of them would notice a girl brooding in the dark corner of the dim lit room.

"Right. Tea," she replied, stepping out into the light. "Bleh.. I mean, coffee."

Anaeya poured the hot bubbling liquid into cups and served the boys one by one, ignoring their stares as she did so. She felt extremely uncomfortable having them watch her every move. But she had no choice but to comply to Mr. Sean's orders.

Oh, Sylvia, where the bloody hell are you? she thought.