Please forgive me for my lack of updating. I've actually been sick all weekend. But I'm all better now and with chapter three!

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight...or Starbucks for that matter...or 'Taylor, The Latte Boy'...wow, I own nothing...that's sad...

Chapter 3: Name Tag

Bella - POV

I walked through a pair of glass doors. I looked around at my surroundings. I was in Starbucks. I noticed I was in my pajamas and wearing no shoes. I started panicking. I tried to open the doors to leave but they were bolted shut. I turned around and there he was. He and his captivating eyes and sideways smile. I could feel my face getting hotter. I knew my cheeks must be bright red as I stand before him in my pajamas. I looked away. But then I remember to check his name tag. I turned back to face him and he was gone. My eyes darted everywhere but he was no where to be found...

Ring, Ring, Ring!

My eyes fluttered open. I was back in my apartment. It was just a dream. Scratch that. It was more like a nightmare.

Ring, Ring, Ring!

Two days too many have I been woken up by the infuriating noise of the telephone. I threw the blanket off of me and dragged myself into the kitchen due to my lack of energy.

"Hello?" I asked, annoyed, into the phone.

"Bella? Bella? It's Alice!" She sounded way to excited for my own good.

"Oh hey Alice...Uhh..." My eyes moved to the clock on the microwave. 7:53 am. "I thought you had a party last night...how are you up so early?" I asked.

"Bells, if you haven't noticed yet, I'm not your vision of a normal person." She stated. "And how can I sleep with all this anticipation in my system?"

"What anticipation?" I asked with a yawn.

"The knowledge of the latte boy's name!" She said as if I was the most obvious thing in the universe.

"The latte boy?" I asked. Hmm, It did have a little ring to it.

"Yeah, I gave him that nickname right before I called." She giggled. "Doesn't it fit well?"

"I have to admit, it does." I laughed along.

"So..." She urged me to go on.

"I didn't get a chance to go yet." I said sadly.

"What?! Didn't get a chance to go?! Why didn't you go last night?" She questioned.

"Alice...why would I go last night? Do you want me to look like I'm stalking the poor guy?" I said, followed by another yawn.

"I suppose that has sense to it...But you are going today, right?"

I thought for a moment. I wondered if I should go. Although, I really did want to know his name. "...Yeah. I'll go after I get dressed." I concluded.

"Alright good...and afterwards you can pick up a jacket of mine from the dry cleaners." She said, causally.

I almost forgot that I was working for Alice. Even though we had just met the day before, I feel like I've known her forever. "Sure...uhm, which dry cleaners?" I asked.

"Daisy Dry Cleaners on west 29th and 7th." She said. "My number is 461783."

I quickly scribbled down the number and address on a napkin. "Okay, no problem Alice."

"And, my apartment is 631 on 57th and Park...You can leave my jacket with my doorman." She paused. "Just let him know who you're leaving it for." She laughed.

I chuckled. "Alright, that sounds good." I said whilst writing down all the information on that one little napkin.

"Okay, well...I have to run. Jasper is taking me out to lunch today at this little restaurant in White Plains, so we have to catch the ten o'clock train...I'll talk to you later, kay?"

"Definitely." I said re-reading the napkin.

"And Bella..." She began.

"Yes?"

"Get Latte Boy's name!" She ordered.

"Yes ma'am." I said like a solider.

"Bye!" And with her final farewell, she hung up and left me with the dial tone. I hung the phone back on it's receiver.

I hopped into the shower. I hot water untangling the knots in my back. I quickly got dressed into a long sleeved navy blue shirt and a pair of faded jeans. I grabbed my jacket and purse.

"Be back soon, Stewie!" I called.

The cool September air hit my face. I loved this time of year. It was never too cold or too hot. It was just perfect.

I kept a good eye on my feet as I walked to Starbucks. Would he even be there? What if he wasn't on shift? Did he transfer? He probably will after he figures out I'm obsessively shadowing him. I rolled my eyes at myself as the little coffee shop came into view.

I walked inside. The little bell on the door rang. The guy behind the counter looked up. It wasn't him. But he looked at me as I slowly approached the counter. He checked the clock, then he turned to the back room. "Hey! My shift's over! I'm outta here!" His booming voice called.

My heart skipped a beat when Latte Boy came into view.

Did I just call him 'Latte Boy'?

I shrugged it off and stepped up to the counter. "See you tomorrow, Emmett." Latte Boy called to the other guy.

His voice still as velvety soft as I remembered it. His eyes then fixed on me. The glistening green just took my breath away. Then the smile. He had perfect white teeth. He looked like a god to me at that moment.

"Welcome to Starbucks." He said to me. "What can I get you?"

"Uhh..." I really couldn't find the words. "Mocha Latte...Tall." I was tripping over my words more than I trip over my very own feet!

"That'll be 3.55." He said to me, still smiling.

I pulled out the five from my jacket and handed it to him. Then I remembered why I was there. I looked on his apron. No name tag. No name tag?! This is complete and utter torture. He returned me my change. "Have a nice day." He said.

This boy was going to give me a heart attack.

I picked up my latte and left the café.

I could not believe he had no name tag. I just wanted to punch something. But then I remembered that I'm actually not a violent person at all.

I picked up Alice's dry cleaning and left it with her doorman. Afterwards, I continued on to my apartment to mope around and watch pointless sitcoms till I regained my sanity.

Around five-thirty my phone began to ring. "Hello?" I answered it, emotionless.

"Bella dear!" Alice's perky voice rang into my ears.

"Hello Alice." I said.

"Did you get Latte Boy's name?" She asked. I was sure if she was sitting down she was on the edge of her seat.

"No." I replied, sadly.

"No?! No?! Why not?!" She cried.

"He wasn't wearing a name tag!" I complained. Wow, I was sounding more and more desperate by the second.

"No name tag, eh? You know what that means?" She asked.

"That we will be secretly stalking him and refer to him as 'Latte Boy' for the rest of our lives?" I asked facetiously.

"No silly! You ask him!" She stated.

"What?! Ask him! Alice, I can barely order a drink let alone ask him his name!" I yelled.

"Hmm, that may be true, but." She emphasized. "You have me on your side. And Latte Boy wont know what's coming...besides a confident drop dead gorgeous coffee drinking personal assistant extraordinaire!" She said, happily.

"That could never work. I'm not that confident." I admitted.

"Au contraire, like I said before, you have me."

"And how is the amazing Alice Brandon going to help little me?" I asked sarcastically.

She paused for a moment to think. "...Bella...can I have your permission to give you a make over?"

"A what?" Oh no...

"A make over!" She said energitically.

"Oh, no...I...uh..."

"Please...please! Bella, Bella Please!" She begged.

I sighed. I wasn't going to get my way out of this one no matter how much I complained. "Fine."

"Yay!" She yelled triumphantly.

"But nothing too over the top." I said sternly.

"No problem. Tomorrow, we boost your confidence level and the day after tomorrow we find out the identity of Latte Boy!...oh, it sounds like one of those spy movies, doesn't it?"

"If you say so, Alice..." I said.

"Well, I'm going to let you get some rest. I'll be at your apartment at seven am sharp. When I'm done Latte Boy will be begging you to tell you his name."

"Oh boy!" I laughed.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Bella. Bye!" She hung up. I hung up my phone as well and crashed on my futon.

"Well, Stewie, it looks like I've got a lot of work to do tomorrow...I'm sorry if you have to witness it." He meowed and ran into the kitchen.

I lied my head back on my fluffy pillow.

Stupid no name tag, latte boy.

That last line was inspired by "Stupid shiny Volvo owner" haha! I have one last regents tomorrow. Spanish. Eh, wish me luck. Then I'm free of everything related to sophomore year! Yippie!

Geez, Will Bella ever figure out Latte Boy's name?

Please, please, please review! Don't make me get Alice to beg...Ha!