I am ready for my work at Starbucks. I'm still upset over the concert. I pull on my black converses and tie them. I pull my keys off my nightstand.
As I drive into Starbucks I sigh to myself. Well I could've had a worse job.
"Hey Beth!" my friend Carla says as I sulk behind the counter. "What's wrong?"
"My mother won't let me go to the One Direction concert!" I say.
"Bummer Beth. Please smile today though. People like your smile!" Carla says.
"Thanks!" I say faking a smile.
I walk up to my first table of the day. There's some guys but I don't pay any attention since I'm still bummed out.
"What do you want?" I ask. The first guy speaks up and says in a pretty familiar voice:
"Orange mango smoothie please." I know that voice.
"Is that it?"
"Yes love." Oh. My. Gosh. It isn't.
I look up and see 5 guys in hoods and sunglasses.
"Um.. Are you?"