The smog loomed over LA and showered over the skyscrapers that seemed to kiss space. This place was way different from Virginia; I mean in Virginia we definitely don't have huge cities like this. My friend Jennifer and I, Katelyn, decided to take a trip to California this year while she was on Christmas break. Our parents opting to stay home and then come here for Christmas and the day after, go back home. Jen was in her last year at VT (aka Virginia Polytech for those of you who didn't know) and I had graduated from the school of performing arts last year. That really is the whole reason as to why I wanted to come here, I was actually planning on trying to find a job in Studio City. I hadn't really told anyone yet, but I mean screenplay writing/acting and singing is my thing so Studio City would be the best place to look right?
Jen shook me out of my thoughts. "Hey I'm hungry, can we get something to eat?" I nodded," You know any places?" We both laughed; of course we didn't know any food places. We both looked around wildly and we both pointed towards a restaurant called Vivian's Café. We giggled and walked in.
We were seated almost immediately at a table outside next to a wall that bore the famous people who had visited their restaurant. We went down the pictures seeing some names we knew, and then we came to the bottom. "Tobuscus, who's Tobuscus?" Jen asked me, looking quite confused. I shrugged my shoulders," If I knew I would tell you, but alas I have never heard a name like Tobuscus." "Oh well I guess there has to be some celebrities we don't know." She said looking back down at the menu, and I followed suit. However, that image of that man stayed imbedded in my head. Who was Tobuscus?
When we were finished with dinner, we figured we should head over to our hotel. As we walked past a Starbucks, a man in a green hoodie, the hood up might I add, and sunglasses plowed in between Jen and me. I looked after him," Hey don't you know not to push a lady?" Jen screamed. He looked back, smiled, and then continued walking except now going a little faster. Suddenly a crowd full of 11-20 year old girls came running right toward us. Were they following that guy? Jen looked at me," OMG! That was a famous person!" I shook my head," No it wasn't, it was probably a look alike." She growled," It is Hollywood Kate how do you know? I'm going to follow them, are you coming?" I shook my head," No way girl, I'll meet you back at the hotel." She looked at me angrily," Fine be that way." She flicked her blond hair around and ran after the screaming girls.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my long brown hair, my friend was crazy. I went back the way I came and noticed that Starbucks again and smiled. I walked in to find it almost dead. Weird, normally no Starbucks is ever dead. I walked up to the register and the barista looked at me annoyed," What do you want?" She asked in a monotone voice. "Oh, um, I'll have a Grande white mocha java chip Frappaccino," "Name." She stated. "Kate." She typed in my order. "That'll be $4.81." I handed her a Starbucks gift card then received my receipt. Man people in California were just being plain rude today.
I sat in the corner with my frap and a cinnamon coffee cake that I received free because, go figure, the barista screwed my order up. Suddenly the door swung open and I noticed a green hoodied man walk into Starbucks, look around wildly, order coffee, and sat at the table across from me. He was looking outside I supposed; he was still wearing those glasses. I noticed the girls outside run past the window and laughed seeing Jen. His form relaxed and his sunglass eyes fell on me. I wiggled in my seat uncomfortably then said," Well Mr. Popular, do you always hide from girls?" He laughed, might I add that it was the cutest laugh ever. "No, not always, at least not when they aren't chasing me like crazy mad women from space." I laughed; I guess this guy was one of those funny guys." Ok next question, do you always push innocent bystanders aside and then just turn around, and smile?" He walked over to my table and sat across from me," Well, yes, but usually I don't get to meet the beautiful bystander after pushing them." I giggled and blushed," Well do I get to know the name of my assaulter, you know, so I can tell the cops?" I said with a smirk. He pretends to look appalled," You don't know who I am?" I shook my head and he breathed something along the lines or a sigh of relief. "My name's Toby, and how bout you?" "My name's Katelyn Johnson, nice to meet you Toby." "Hey you kind of a southern accent, where are you from?" He asked. "Wow you caught that? I'm from Chesterfield, Virginia." "Oh interesting, so are you doing some sightseeing?" I nodded. "Well if you ever need a tour guide just follow the screaming girls and you'll find me." He said winking. "Or you could just take my number." I looked at his sunglassed eyes and wondered what he was thinking. "Ok, you sure?" He asked. Was I sure? No probably not, but this guy ended up being so nice and so cute and heck that was enough for me to throw caution to the wind! I took out a pen, grabbed his hand. "Ok here you go." I wrote my name and number on the palm of his hand and stood up. "Well Toby, I must be heading out. I hope I see you again." He waved me off," See you later Kitty Kate, I promise." I blushed at that, I mean wouldn't you if someone cute you just met gave you a cutesy nickname, I could faint.