Just three more, she thought to herself as she stared at the game on her screen. Three more and I will have finally beaten it. She studied the game for a moment, before hesitantly clicking on one of the few boxes left. She sucked in a deep breath, but found that she was still safe. “Two more,” she muttered to herself as she once again began to study the board. And then she realized exactly where the two squares she needed to click were. She quickly moved her mouse up to the box , preparing herself for victory.

“Abby, coffee orders!” Came a voice from the doorway of her office, causing the girl to flinch involuntarily, her hand jumping across the mouse as she whipped her head around.

“God dammnit Sarah, you scared me,” she said as she glanced back at her computer, before letting out a groan. “And you made me lose the game!”

“Don’t tell me you were playing minesweeper again, Abby,” Sarah said as she walked over to Abby’s desk and set down the list of drinks.

“What else am I supposed to do with all my time?” She asked as Sarah leaned against the edge of her desk. “You guys get to do all the fun producing and managing stuff. I just have to do the advertising. Which is boring as--”

“Yeah, but you make about ten times the money that the rest of us make, so stop complaining,” Sarah replied, picking up the Rubix cube from the pile of various things that Abby kept on her desk. “And I swear, some day Margo is going to come in here and have your head for playing computer games while you’re working.”

“It’s my laptop, I can do what I want,” Abby shot back as she closed out of the game. “And I was about to finally beat the expert level, for the first time ever. I even knew which squares I had to click on and everything.”

“Wow, someone has no life,” Sarah said sarcastically as she set the Rubix cube back down. “So are you gonna go make the coffee run, or not?”

“Depends, are you making me pay again?” Abby asked as she reached down to pick up her purse. “Because even though you think I’m loaded, I really--”

“Don’t go there,” Sarah said as she pulled two twenties out of her pocket and handed them to Abby. “Your apartment is like, ten times the size of mine.”

“It’s only because my parents own the building, so they gave me a discount,” Abby said. “If they didn’t, I’d probably be living in a cardboard box.”

“Oh shut up,” Sarah said as she rolled her eyes. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have part of my budget due in fifteen minutes. And then we have that big meeting at 9. So you had probably better get on that coffee run.”

“I still have a half hour, and Starbucks is about a two second walk from here,” Abby said as she picked up the list and stood up from her seat. She glanced down at the list, noticing that there were a few more drinks on the list than there usually were. “Sarah, you do know that Starbucks is bad for you?” Abby said as she picked up her purse and followed Sarah out of the door.

“Yeah, which is why I told you to just get me a coffee today,” Sarah said. “If you’d actually read the list--”

“Then why am I getting two frappuccinos, three extra lattes and...six Red Bulls?” Abby asked as she read the list, looking up at Sarah. “That’s a lot of drinks for a meeting with four of us and...who are we meeting with again?”

“Some group that usually works with Shay and Kelsey,” Sarah said as the two girls walked down the hallway. “But they’re too busy doing promotions for Miley and Demi, so we got stuck with them.”

“Oh the joys of working at Hollywood Records, where we have to promote to the thousands of teenies across America,” Abby replied sarcastically. “Just tell me it isn’t another 16 year old girl, because I swear, it sickens me to see girls 5 years younger than me who make more money in a year than I’ll make in my entire life.”

“If I could tell you that, I would,” Sarah said as she stopped at the door to her office, pushing it open as Abby kept walking by, “but I honestly have no idea who we’re doing this next album for. I’ve been too busy with this dammn budget thing to worry about anything else.”

“Wonderful,” Abby muttered under her breath as Sarah shut her office door behind her. Abby walked down the stairs at the end of the hallway, opting not to wait for the elevator. She skipped down the stairs and out the side door of the building. She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes, and pulled her skirt down a bit to keep it from fluttering in the warm breeze. She looked both ways before jogging across the street, her small heels clicking with every step. She tucked a piece of her dark brown hair behind her ear as she approached the door to Starbucks and pulled it open.

She walked up to the counter, thankful that she didn’t have to wait in line like usual. “Morning Skip,” she said to the teenage boy working behind the counter. He smiled at her as he reached for a cup.

“Morning Ab,” he said as he picked up his sharpie. “The usual?”

“Actually, I’ve got a big order today,” Abby said as she pulled the list out of her back pocket and unfolded it. “Good thing there’s no one else in here.”

“Yeah, it’s been pretty slow today,” he said. “So I’m guessing you still want your usual?”

“And Sarah’s usual, too,” Abby said as she folded the list after the top two things. “And I also need three grande coffees, a grande green tea frappuccino, a grande strawberries and crème, and three lattes. And you don’t happen to sell Red Bull here, do you?”

“You might want to try next door,” Skip said, nodding out the window towards the gas station as he rushed to write down the drink orders on the sides of each cup while also typing them into the computer. “Now, Abigail, I know that this isn’t my business. But please promise me you aren’t drinking all of these.”

“Skip, you know that I wouldn’t drink anything fruit flavored if you paid me,” Abby said with a grin. “And you also know I hate coffee. Which is why I pretty much drink two things here.”

“And that’s why you’re so predictable with your vanilla bean frappuccino,” Skip said as he finished ringing up all the drinks. “That’s going to be $34.45.”

“I’m gonna go broke here, Skip,” Abby said as she pulled the money that Sarah had given her out of her pocket and handed it to Skip. “Can’t you give me like, a frequent buyer discount or something?”

“I would if I could, sweetheart,” Skip said, winking towards Abby, causing her to let out a laugh and roll her eyes.

“Honey, you’re 17,” Abby replied sternly as Skip handed her the change.

“So?” He said with a raised eyebrow. “I’m single. You’re single. I turn 18 in--”

“How do you know I’m single?” Abby asked quickly as she shoved the change back into her pocket.

“You just have that look,” he said. “You always smile at guys when you look at them. You bat your eyelashes when someone your age talks to you. You wear clothes that--”

“Okay, I get it!” Abby yelled, shaking her head as she pulled her skirt down a little bit.

“You asked,” Skip replied with a shrug.

“Just get going on the drinks,” Abby shot in his direction as she took a step away from the counter.

“Someone’s feisty today,” Skip said with a smirk as he turned around and began to make the frappuccinos.

“No, I’m just tired,” Abby said. “There was a One Tree Hill marathon on last night, and I didn’t want to turn it off. Then waking up at 6:30 to get to work for 8...didn’t exactly make me very happy.”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have stayed up as late,” Skip replied as he and the other guy working quickly made the drinks.

“Maybe you shouldn’t tell me what to do,” Abby shot back as Skip set down three drinks in front of her.

“Like I said, someone is feisty today,” Skip said as he handed her a tray filled with the remainder of the drinks. “Make sure you get yourself something with chocolate over at the gas station. I heard it helps with the PMS.”

“Thanks for the advice,” Abby replied sarcastically as she picked up the trays with drinks and headed towards the door. “I’ll be back tomorrow, same time.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Skip muttered as Abby walked out of the door back into the sunlight. She quickly walked along the sidewalk to the gas station next door. Trying to avoid spilling the drinks she was carrying, she pushed open the door with her hips and walked in.

“How am I going to pull this off?” Amanda muttered aloud to herself as she walked over to the refrigerator with the drinks in it. “I can’t even carry six when I’m not holding all of these.”

“Need some help?” She heard a voice from behind her, and she turned around to see a boy holding a box of powdered donuts in his hands. He had a pair of sunglasses on, along with a button up shirt and a pair of jeans, and a pair of black converse sneakers on his feet. He didn’t look much older than Skip, if he was at all, and as her eyes rested on his curly hair, she couldn’t help but think that she had seen him before.

“Uh, sure,” Abby said as she adjusted the trays of drinks she was holding. “I need six Red Bulls, but I don’t have any hands left.”

“Well, I’ve got a few hands,” the boy said as he tucked the box of donuts under his arm before stepping past Abby and opening up the refrigerator. He bent down and pulled out six red bulls, five regular and one sugar free, before letting the refrigerator close.

“I think that I need six regulars, actually,” she said, trying not to be rude as the boy looked back towards her.

“Well, sometimes it’s good to have a sugar free one,” he said as the two walked towards the register. “You know, just in case.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Abby said as the two reached the register. She set one of the drink trays down on the counter as she reached into her pocket to pull out the remaining money.

“No, I can buy these,” the boy said as he swiftly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Abby stopped for a moment, stunned as the boy took out a bill and handed it to the cashier.

“You can’t do that,” Abby said. “I...I don’t even know you. And you are--”

“I’m not trying to hit on you or anything,” the boy said, his lips curling up into a smile. “I have a girlfriend. And you’re too old for me, anyways.” Abby let out a chuckle as the cashier put all of the drinks into a bag. “But...I think I should pay for these.”

“And why do you think that?” Abby asked as the man handed her the bag. She slid it around her forearm before picking up the drink tray again.

“I think you’ll be able to figure it out,” the boy said as the two of them walked out of the gas station. She stopped for a moment and looked at him, raising a questioning eyebrow. He shrugged and grinned again. “See you around,” he said, before turning his back on her and walking towards a big, black SUV sitting a few parking spaces away. Abby watched him walk away, a confused look still on her face, before she realized that she was staring, and she immediately turned around and started to walk back towards the office.

Five minutes later she was standing outside of Sarah’s office, still confused about what had just happened. She lifted her foot up and pushed the handle downwards, then kicked the door open.

“You’re just in time,” Sarah said as she stood up from her desk and ran over to take one of the drink trays from Abby. “I just sent my budget stuff in.”

“Congratulations,” Abby said as she set the bag of Red Bulls down. “So I totally just had some random kid pay for all these,” she said, motioning to the bag.

“Well then you can give me my change,” Sarah said, and Abby chuckled as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the few bills. “Was he at least cute?”

“He looked a little young,” Abby said as she handed her the money. “And he said he had a girlfriend.”

“That’s a shame,” Sarah said as she picked up one of the trays of drinks and the bag of Red Bulls and walked with Abby out of the office, towards the room where their meeting was going to take place.

“Yeah, but I feel like I recognized him from somewhere,” Abby continued as they walked down the hallway.

“Well, we are in LA, so sometimes you see celebrities out and about,” Sarah said. “What’d he look like?”

“He looked kind of like,” Abby began as Sarah pushed open the door to the room, and she made eye contact with the person sitting closest to her at the table, and it suddenly clicked who he was, “that.”