Effervescence

~~~ONE~~~

I woke up in Ryan's bed with nothing on but the blankets covering my bare body. I crawled out of bed and grabbed my clothes that were messily thrown on the floor, and struggled to re-dress myself. I didn't bother waking up Ryan, he was more of a dick in the morning then he was any other time of the day, especially if he was woken up before 11:30.

I slipped on my black and white vans and snuck out the door. I walked outside, feeling drowsy with every step. It was mid fall, and I was freezing. I zipped up my sweatshirt and hopped in my beloved silver Jeep Wrangler, as soon the heat started coming I let out a sigh of relief. I plugged in my phone and turned on my music, my calming music... I was really starting to second guess my choices of being with Ryan, he's such a dick. It's just that every time I look at him it makes me smile, his big brown eyes and smile to die for. The way his hair falls perfectly, or up rather, hes has that popular hair style that every guy in America has right now. Plus he's a little bit taller than me so it makes it that much more perfect, hes 5'10" to be exact.

I live in a penthouse in the heart of New York City, so does my boyfriend and best friend. Me and Sarah work for Vogue, Sarah's my photographer, I'm a model, exciting right? Therefore, we can pay for expensive penthouses and room service. Ryan on the other hand comes from a rich family and doesn't have to work that hard, he works in an office. Which is pretty boring because trust me, been there, done that. My penthouse though, is huge, it has everything I want in it. I can play loud music and have a bunch of friends over and not get yelled at for disturbing the peace. It's definitely up to date with style, furniture and my huge ass walk in closet with like every designer ever!! In my room I have a California King bed and assorted marine animal stuffed animals, such as my favorite one, that I have had since I was 14, my stuffed Manatee, Willis. Followed by a shark, seal, walrus, etc.

I pull into Starbucks and park in the usual spot, three spots to the left of the entrance. That makes me sound like I come here all the time.... Which is true, but I haven't been here in two weeks and I'm pretty sure I'm having withdrawals. I sit there for a minute to let the song finish, I love Beyoncé so I couldn't cut her off. I swing open the car door and walk confidently to the entrance, I double click the lock button on my car keys above my head, I give a small smirk and continue strutting to the door. I elbow the door open, and eyes turn toward me. I'm not too worried about it, honestly I'm used to the attention... I actually feel weird if I don't get any. I stand in line behind some old grandma that can't tell the difference between grande and venti. I pull out my brand new iPhone 6 and text my best friend, Sarah.

ME: Want anything Starbucks??

Sarah: YESSSSSS!!!!! Grande Mocha Frappuccino!!

Me: Okayyy be over in 20

Finally the grandma spits her order out and I take a step forward, I shove my phone into my back pocket and look at the barista and oh my goodness, he was tall and gorgeous. After what seemed like three hours he finally asked me what I wanted to order, I was still kind of in a trance and answered with, "Oh! uhhh... I'll have a grande Ice Caramel Macchiato and a umm.... Grande pumpkin spice latte... Please," He gave he a small smirk and asked me what my name was and I said Kiersten, and I feel like it came out really shakey and unsettling. I was way too nervous to function at the moment. After a second or two he asked me what he should write on the other one and I said Sarah. I walked over to the pick up counter to catch him looking at me, which I was totally fine with. The biggest grin stretched across my face. I ripped out my phone and snapped a quick pic of him and sent it to Sarah for approval. I know she would approve, he looks like a God. He gives me my drinks and doesn't set them down but actually hands them to me, I grab them and we touch hands and my veins turn to lava. I smile wildly and clearly its contagious, because he gets the biggest smile too. Sarah starts blowing up my phone and we are ripped out of our euphoric silent introductions. My smile fades and he tells me to have a good day, and of course now I will.

I'm practically sprinting to my car, I unlocked it and hopped in, I was so excited I took a big sip of my drink and 30000 more texts from Sarah asking who he was, of course I explained everything to her and told her I was on my way. I went to go take another sip of my drink when I noticed that something more than my name was scrawled on my cup..... I called Sarah screaming.

"SARAH. OH MY FUCKING GOD HE PUT HIS NUMBER ON THE SIDE OF MY CUP!!!!!!!!!!" She was screaming words I couldn't understand and I just yelled that I would call her later and told her I would text the number as soon as I got to her house, I don't text and drive. I have had way to many close encounters with texting and driving when I was little, my sister would text and drive all the time and would almost crash... All the time.

I pulled up to Sarah's house or penthouse rather with her throwing a vase at her boyfriend who was crouched over like a dog that was scared shitless. And when Sarah is mad you might as well call her Satan. I sprang out from the car, with both coffees in hand, to see that the vase was over flowing with daisies... She hates daisies. I ran over to Leo, Sarahs boyfriend, and grabbed his hand, almost spilling a pumpkin spice latte all over him, helping him up and hopefully giving him a running start away from his predicament, aka his very own girlfriend. I looked at her as he jumped into his car, probably the safest place at the moment, and she gave me a smile, "FINALLY!!! So tell me about your hot new barista friend! And he gave me daisies, you know I hate daisies right? HE SHOULD KNOW I HATE DAISIES!!!!!"

"Yes, I know you hate daisies, but first lets go inside. It's way too cold out here." She agreed and we took the elevator. As soon as I took a step in she asked me to repeat everything that happened when I had the encounter with the barista, I went to hand her her drink realizing that it wasn't the drink she wanted. I grimaced and handed it to her, "I forgot.... sorry..." She shrugged and put it on the floor of the elevator and said oh well. I continued to tell her about the run in with this crazy hot random guy, and I don't think I had ever smiled that much.