"One tall Java Chip for a...Mira Mitchell!"

"That's me!" I stuck my hand out and took the drink from the waitress. "Thank you." I turned around and was walking out of the Starbucks sipping my drink and checking my phone when I ran into a wall.

Make that a wall of abs.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Mystery Man chuckled and oh god, was it sexy. "No problem. I might have to give you a ticket for walking under the influence though."

I giggled and looked up. I felt myself at a loss for air when my gaze met his dazzling green eyes. "K-Kendall...Schmidt?!"

Kendall smiled at me. "Nice to meet you...Mira."

I gave him a questioning look. "You heard the lady over all this?" I asked, gesturing around the loud coffee shop.

He laughed and pointed at my left shoulder. "I would say yes, that I was smart enough to catch your name, but you're wearing a name tag..."

I blushed and looked down. "Oh yeah, I uh, gave a tour in school today...I guess I never took it off," I said with a sheepish grin.

Kendall smiled again. "Well I'm glad you forgot to take it off. Mira's a beautiful-"

"K-dizzle! Let's go, lazy ass!"

He grimaced. "And that would be the guys. I'll uh...catch you around some time, yeah?"

I nodded and waved, hoping that what he said was true. He said my name was beautiful. Well...almost. I sighed. I'll probably never even see him again. I mean, what are the odds? LA's a huge city. I'm a high school senior, he's a 22 year old hottie in a famous band. Yeah, that's just not gonna happen.

Get real, Mira. Life isn't a fucking fairytale.

I left the Starbucks and continued down the street to my volleyball practice at school. My best friend, Anya, ran over to me when I got into the locker room. "You're late," she said matter-of-factly.

I slipped on my sneakers and tied the laces. "I know, but you'll never guess what happened!"

"Ooh tell me tell me!"

"Ok so-"

Juliette, head bitch of the school and team, sauntered up to us. "Oh please tell me you're not talking about your silly little fan fiction fantasies!" she scoffed.

I glared at her. "Wouldn't you like to know who I met?" I know for a fact that she likes Kendall. She'll never admit that she's a senior who likes a so called boy band, but I saw a picture of him in her locker once.

What? Don't judge. Our lockers are right next to each other, I swear.

Juliette rolled her eyes. "No, I actually don't care who you met. Practice starts in five." She left the locker room and Anya turned back to me.

"So who did you meet?!"

"Promise you won't freak out?"

"Promise."

"Ok. I met Kendall..."

"Schmidt?!" she squealed.

I smacked her arm. "That's freaking out, dumbass!"

"I'm sorry that's just HUGE! OMG are you going to prom together?"

I laughed. "Anya, I JUST met him, prom is like a month away, and I'll probably never see him again," I finished quietly.

She gave me a tight hug. "I hope you do, Mira. I really hope you do."

I smiled at my best friend. "C'mon, let's head out to the gym."

Two days later after an SAT study session at school, I walked to the Starbucks again. I saw my friend Shelly, who works the counter, and went to talk to her.

"Hey, Shell. What's up?"

She smiled at me. "Hey, haven't seen you in a while, Little Miss Let Me Get Into Everything In School I Can!"

I laughed. "Oh c'mon, I'm not that bad!"

"Sure," she teased. "Hold on, let me get something for you."

"But-"

"No worries, I know just what you need." Shelly went to the back room and brought out a box.

"Um Shell?" I started. "Starbucks sells coffees..."

"Oh hush up," she laughed. "Here ya go."

I took the plain white box from her, wondering who it was from. "Oh just open it already!" Shelly squealed.

I laughed and lifted the lid. Inside was the yummiest looking chocolate cake with an intricate white icing design, and all it said was 'Mira' in beautiful purple icing. "Shelly, who is this from?" I asked her.

She simply shrugged. "I don't know. My manager gave it to me this morning because he knows we're friends."

I wrinkled my nose. "Your, like, forty year old manager bought me a cake? That's kind of...creepy."

Shelly burst out laughing. "No, Mira! Someone left it on the counter here, so he opened it, saw your name, and gave it to me. And now you have it."

"Well...thanks. But there was no name? Like at all? Not even a phone number?"

"Nope. Nothing."

"Oh wow. Um, ok. Could you be the bestest friend ever and-"

"Get you a Java Chip to go with the cake?" she finished.

I smiled. "Exactly. You know me so well."

"It's my job to know my customers!" she teased.

"Oh please," I snorted. "I've known you since what? Seventh grade?"

Shelly giggled. "Well then, it's my job to know my friends."

"There ya go," I laughed. She handed me my drink and I gratefully accepted it and paid. "Alright, I'm gonna head home and see if I can figure out who this mystery person is."

"Good luck!" she called.

"Thanks!" I yelled back.

I got home and set the cake down on the island counter. "Mom? Dad?" I called into what seemed to be an empty house. "Nicole, are you home yet?"

Wait for it... nothing. Whatever. The house is usually empty anyway because my Mom and Dad work in this crazy busy law firm, and my little sister, Nicole, is probably at some sleepover. Oh yeah! It's Friday...wow I'm a fucking dumbass. Eh, whatever.

I grabbed a knife from the drawer and cut a sliver of the cake, setting it on a plate.

OH GOD FUCKING CHOCOLATY GOODNESS. WHAT HEAVENLY CREATURE SENT THIS TO ME?

I went to close the box so I wouldn't be tempted to eat more when a black line at the bottom of the box caught my eye. Oh whatever. I flipped the lid shut.

Probably just a design.