RARE FIND | Selena Gomez

Chp. 5 - BeanCup Factory

Double checking my phone twenty times, I let out a scream, rocking back and forth in my chair, "YESSS!!!"

In complete shock and happiness for the new follow, I open the app as fast as I can. I must of sat out front of SpaceX for an easy thirty minutes debating how soon to message her again. As I play with my phone, zoned out, a knock on the car window startles me. It's the SpaceX employee who escorted me to the vehicle. I roll down the window.
"Hi."
"Everything alright? We noticed you were still out front. Just have to press start on the screen."
"Right. Yes, sorry, I got lost in my phone. I am pressing start right now."
"You can press start and still stay lost in your phone. You're not driving, remember."
"Right. Forgot about that."
"Let us know if you have any other troubles."

I press start on the screen and the car begins to drive away. I shout out the window, "Sorry about that. Thank you!"

The employee waves as he pulls a radio from his pocket and speaks into it as I drive off. The self-driving is cool, but for sure was going to take some getting use to. The straight aways were easy, but a little rattling. The turns were the most unsettling. The ride was smooth, but letting go and trusting the vehicle 100% was difficult at first. I tried to convince myself I was on a plane or train. I wanted to dive back into my phone. Although I was getting comfortable with the cruise control, I had to keep my eyes on the road. At least for the first few autonomous rides. As soon as I arrived at my apartment, I hopped out as if it were a legit taxi and slammed the door. I then realized walking away, I might have to enter the return address. I turned to walk back towards the truck and off it went, down the block, all on its own. Technology is something else.

While walking up and into my apartment, I sent Selena a message. My message read...
"Hey! Thanks for the followback. So are we official then? Jk. Congrats on the new album, I think it's going to sell a bajillion copies. Would love to see you again soon if you let me :)"

Not even sixty seconds later, she replies...

"You crack me up. Let's meet at the BeanCup Factory tonight if you're free. You met with Elon right? Mario told me you were suppose to have a meeting. There's something I want to ask you."

Ask me? I was so intrigued. I never heard of the BeanCup Factory but I'm assuming it's a low-key coffee spot. I reply...

"Cool. Yeah, I'm free. What time?"

Selena tell's me 11pm. I look up the coffee shop and sure enough, there's only one location and seems very mom and pop. Not knowing what to do with myself, I call my sister.
"Hey Mr. Gomez, how's life bud?"
"You're funny. I dunno about all that, but yeah everything's great, haha. You're going to flip!"
"What, you're getting married this spring?"
"Almost. We're meeting tonight at some mom and pop coffee shop."
"You're lying."
"I swear."
"She totally likes you."
"You think? She says she had something to tell me though. I doubt it's to confess her love."
"Of course she's not going to confess her love but she obvi trusts you."
"I guess so huh?"
"For sure. Call me afterwards. I have to go back to work. You caught me on break but good luck and remember ... don't-fuck-this-up."
"I got it. I won't. Thanks, have fun at work."

My sister and I hang up the phone as I sit at the edge of my bed pondering what it is Selena has to tell me. Not trying to think about it, I decide to do some laundry to keep my mind off the matter. By the time I was finished with all the dirty clothes, I was approx. an hour away from our meeting . As foolish as it may sound, I wasn't sure what to wear. It sounds funny, but every impression counts. Especially in the beginning. I didn't know whether to show up relaxed, or dressed a little nice. Thinking about the place and the hour we were meeting at, something told me to keep it chill. I opted into... hoodie and jeans. Always classic, in all scenarios.