5. Brittany's Perspective
"Good morning all LA-ers. This morning the traffic on the west bound route to 77 will be full of traffic while the 58 route is all clear and ready to go." I heard my alarm go off and the announcer tell me. It was seven A.M. and I rolled out of bed with one foot hitting the ground and then the other. I rubbed my hands to my face and picked out some clothes, plopped them on, then headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I wasn't thinking about much until I saw the Z on my hair dryer from the Zebra Print Edition and then immediately thought of Z for Zayn. Oh crap! Was I waiting too long to call him? Has he already flirted with other girls? Wait. I thought. You're being paranoid. It has only been a day. I finished getting ready and woke Tina up before I headed off to work. "Bye, T! Coffee and a cinnamon roll on the table! But I didn't leave a lot of icing for you!" I laughed as I yelled to Tina. I walked out of the door and noticed I was 10 minutes early, and proud of myself. Today was going to be a good day. It was raining outside, so I reached in my purse and pulled out my pink and black polka dotted umbrella. I jumped in the car and headed to work. When I got to the coffee shop, I unlocked it with my key and headed in and right as I opened the door I saw somebody out of my peripheral vision. I turned to look and Zayn was standing there, with his little black umbrella and I smiled. I walked in and he followed behind me. I put my apron on and walked behind the counter. I giggled. He looked up and smiled. "Hello, Brittany." he said with a smirk. "Hi, Zayn, what can I get for you?" I said while smiling. "Grande iced coffee, please." "Oh, so you're a repeater? Haha, you don't want to change it up?" "Okay, well then surprise me." It was October 8th, and we just started carrying pumpkin spice, so I made him a pumpkin spice coffee. "Try this." I said, handing the cup to Zayn. "Woah, make sure not to drop that." He joked, but I still felt my face get a little red when he said it, embarrassed. He took a sip and smiled. "So I'll pick you up around 8?" What was he talking about? I thought. But all I managed to say was, "Huh?" He laughed and said, "Wear something nice. Text me your address." He said as he walked out the double doors of the coffee shop. All that was left was ringing of the bells of the doors whenever they were opened of closed. I smiled to myself.