I push on the door and listen for the bell to ring.
When I look at the till counter I see a queue a mile long.
"Shit!"I mutter as I get into the back of the queue "Why can't I just be in bloody bed asleep."
I can't help but eye up the cake selection but to be honest the coffee is screaming for me.
I look around and notice everyone in this shop looks like a zombie; there's a couple of guys in the back that look like they are falling asleep in their breakfast sandwiches.
I take a deep breath in and the coffee calls me again like a siren call.
All of a sudden this huge blonde muscular guy in a black work suit and a lilac shirt, stands next to me and goes, "This is crazy man" before I can reply he grabs my hand and holds on to it as if he's holding on for dear life.
We both looked down at our now joined hands and then looked up.
He looks at me with wide confused eyes.
"You're not my wife" he says panicky before looking down and up again as if I'd magically turn into his wife.
"Nope." I reply popping the p and trying not to laugh at his confused expression.
"You're holding the wrong hand honey." Comes from behind us in a kind clear but soprano tone.
I turn to see a beautiful model looking woman with long blonde hair who has an eyebrow raised and is looking at her confused husband.
She's wearing a pencil skirt suit in grey with a pink v-neck blouse.
"You sure?" He asks looking at her then me with the expression of confusion unwavering.
"We're sure." I say firmer this time while looking at him but spotting his wife crossing her arms and staring daggers at him.
He smiles at her but then looks at me.
"I feel committed to finishing this Starbucks experience with you now." He says smiling at me.
"I'm not paying." I say firmly as if I'm telling off one of the kids in the day care centre I use to work in.
No way in hell am I paying for his drink.
"Oh never mind, let me go back to my wife." He says letting go of my hand and turning to Blondie behind us. He holds a hand out only to watch as his wife stares at him.
"I'm not paying either!" She says cocking her hip slightly to the side.
I watch as his mouth drops open and he looks at her pleadingly.
The tall bronze haired guy in front of us in turns around and I realise he's in a black suit with a dark grey shirt on.
"Come hold my hand sir. I'll buy you any frappuccino you want." He says smiling kindly.
The husband steps forward and grabs the strange man hand.
Suddenly he turns around and looks at both me and his wife eyeing both of us.
"At least someone cares about me." he states waving a pointed finger between me and his wife only to then turn around again.
"My names Emmett by the way." he says to the bronze haired Adonis who replies by introducing himself as Edward and they start talking about what is the best cake for coffee.
"I'm sorry about him." The blonde woman says as she looks at me. "I'm Rosalie; that morons wife."
"Bella." I say holding out my hand to shake her hand.
"The baby is six months old and he gets up with her twice during the night and he's a zombie." She says shaking her head and pointing in his direction as he orders a Gingerbread Cream Frappuccino "In the largest size you do!" to the small pixie behind the till taking the orders.
"Are you drinking in or take out?" She asks to chirpily for my liking at eight in the morning.
"Um…." He replies clearly thinking hard about his reply.
"Let me ask my traitorous wife." He states firmly before turning to Rosalie who is now standing next to me.
She has her arms crossed again and is staring daggers at him.
"Are we drinking in or take out?"
"I have work to get to and you have a job interview!" She states firmly as if he's a kid not an adult clearly on his way to work or in this case an interview.
"It's to take away." He says smiling at the woman who totals it up and floats off to make his and Edwards drinks.
I order my drink from the pixie who I now know is Alice from her name tag.
"Thanks" I mutter before looking at Rosalie.
"Have a nice day." I say sipping my White Chocolate Mocha.
I leave the coffee shop and continue on my way to the Cullen Public Relations agency.
It takes me 30 mins to walk there in the cold.
I walk into the glorious reception area and sign in before getting an id tag and directions to the 4th Floor where my interview is being conducted.
"Good morning Miss swan!" I hear as the door opens and I look up to see the Coffee shop dude standing in front of me.
"Shit it, coffee girl." He says wide eyed.
"Hello Emmett." I say holding out my hand to shake his.
A/N: I've finally got a new laptop so will start writing again but I saw a facebook post and it inspired this little one shot drabble.