Finally a second chapter! It's taken forever I know but I'm in grade 11 right now which is a very important year for schooling. Sorry anyway. Interesting fact the coffee scene is actually the first thing I wrote for the entire story. R/R!
The first thing that hits her in LA is the heat. As she as she leaves the air-conditioned lounge he humid air hits her like a wall- followed shortly of an actual glass wall which is coincidentally the second thing that hits her in LA.
She shakes off the collision easily but the heat is a bit harder to lose. It coils round her, sticks her hair to her face, makes her feel like the air is made of water.
She sheds he jacket and stuff in her suitcase which makes her feel marginally better. Then she looks about getting a taxi because the airport is like an hour away from the actual Hollywood part of Hollywood.
Even though she has still to reach her final destination she's still ecstatic. She's walking on air right now because this is not Appleton, Wisconsin, it's nothing like anything she's ever seen and in that moment Sonny is so full of life and excitement that she wants to burst. Instead, as bursting can only be considered a detriment to her successful Hollywood career, she does her happy dance which she has been informed on occasion is ridiculously bad. She doesn't even care about the strange looks people give her and she chooses to think the man who threw a quarter at her was just trying to encourage her artistic expression in his own hostile way.
Then she takes out her phone and snaps a picture of her self amongst the sunshine and palm trees and adds iton Facebook so that all her 563 friends can fell this magic moment wither (she's always had a problem with turning people down and can't even deny a single friend request).
Her taxi man is a lovely older gentleman who listens to her entire life story kindly and tells her he's sure he'll be seeing her on the billboards soon. Sonny feels that he really means it despite the fact he may have had a hundred girls in his taxi before all going to the same destination, spouting the same dream. So in return she listens, really, listens to his stories about his wife and kids and their tumultuous hijinks and laughs in all the right places. When he drops her off on Sunset Boulevard she swoops in and gives him a peck on the cheek alongside of her gives a shell shocked smile and a wave as he drives off.
Sonny spins around breathlessly, taking in her surroundings. Clothing boutiques, movie posters, palm trees- ooh a coffee shop. She could really go for a coffee right now.
It's packed tight in there and takes her a while to get served but when she comes to the counter she gives the girl her 100 watt smile and orders the most expensive decadent coffee on the menu (that she can afford with the change in her pockets).
"You look happy." The girl observes warily.
"Is it obvious? I've just arrived." Sonny confides, leaning over the counter conspiratorially.
"Fresh meat, huh?" The girl returns her smile. "One Chocolate Mocha-Frapppa-Slappa-Chino with extra sprinkles coming up."
Her coffee takes even longer to be ready but the serving girl adds an extra dash of extra sprinkles and a scribbled sharpie message and sends a wink her way when she places it on the counter. Sonny struggles over to it, bathed in the warm glow of the goodness of humanity.
Then it's back to reality as some jerkish blond guy, engrossed with some conversation on his bluetooth tries to take her order.
"Hey sorry, that one's mine." She says.
Maybe he doesn't hear or maybe he'sjust a douchebag because he just keeps walking and doesn't even give her a second glance. (It's probably the latter. The man's got a Bluetooth for god's sake).
"Hey!" she ventures. "Hey!"
She loses her patience and chases him, grabbing his shoulder to try and get his attention, swinging him round to face her. This action was poorly timed with his attempted sip of her coffee and the end result is a dose of hot coffee and a few of her extra sprinkles staining the front of his shirt.
This inspires him to give her a second glance. She should probably feel honoured because he doesn't look like a guy who gives second glances unless he's checking out your cleavage but really she just wants her celebration coffee back. So she gives him a look somewhere between irritation and disapproval that she thinks she might have stolen from her mother.
If he feels her matronly condemnation he gives no sign of it.
"My shirt!" he says angrily.
"My coffee." She says determinedly.
"Your coffee?"
She gestured to the scribbled message on the side of the cup. "Read it and weep."
"Dear Sonny, welcome to LA. Have a wonderful day." The sarcasm and derision was palatable in his tone. "Cute. And it rhymes. So you must be Sonny."
He runs his eyes over her face, her hair and then, of course, her body. "I'm Chad Dylan Cooper." He says with a charming smile and she is acutely aware that he is very handsome but he knows it full well.
"Whatever." She grabs her coffee and walks out.
Sonny does not give him a second glance. Which is a shame because if she looked back she would have seen his rather amusing expression of surprise and disbelief.
Chad Dylan Cooper has never been blown off by a girl like that before. Doesn't she know who he is?
She doesn't. But it's no great loss to her (for now at least) and as she walks off into the sunlight she takes a victory sip of her coffee and reflects on the wonderful feeling of the sun on her face, the wind and her hair and wonders what kind of douche bag uses a Bluetooth nowadays anyway?
(The answer? Hot ones.)