I bite my lower lip nervously, a habit I have to stop, as I browse over my options on the menu. I can go two ways, vanilla bean, or a sweetened passion ice tea lemonade. It doesn't really matter, they're both pretty dam good, but I am not quite sure what I'm in the mood for.

"What can I get for you?" the energetic bronze haired cashier asks, cutting me from my train of thought. Shit. Looks like I'm outta time.

"Vanilla bean please," I smile.

"Okay, size?"

"Tall," I am sorta've still full from the lunch I had earlier.

"Great, can I get your name?" he asks.

"Cara." I flash a quick smile. He is being really nice after all.

"I like your name." he smiles, scribbling one of the names I gave him on the plastic Starbucks cup.

"Thank you," I say. "I got it for my birthday." he laughs at my lame attempt of a joke.

"Well, Cara, I hope you have a fantastic day." there's that heart throb smile again.

"Thanks. You too, um..." I look over at his name tag, "Stefan."

He gives me a firm smirk and hands me my change. It's only two dollars and a couple of coins so I quickly put them in his tip box. I have a habit of putting the change I get into the tip box automatically.

"Why thank you." he smiles again. Damn. You'd think someone working hours a day, with shit loads of customers with weird ass orders, wouldn't smile so much.

"No problem." I smile back. I walk away from the cashier, seeing the too impatient lady behind me is about to murder me for having a tiny conversation.

I look around the low lighten cafe, it isn't so packed. But I don't feel like sitting at the giant wooden table where mostly everyone who has a lap top and coffee is sitting at, so I walk over to a lonely round wooden table instead. I swing my laptop bag over my shoulder and onto the table, taking out my gray Mac laptop. I go on twitter and see there is nothing really going on, just people complaining, a couple funny tweets here and there, new celeb gossips, and new pictures of my favorite celebrities which I quickly save. I really should stop doing that, I will clog up my storage. But there are too many fabulous pictures of my favorite celebrities. Speaking of favorite celebrities... NO. IT CAN'T BE.

Lana Del freakin' Rey just tweeted.

I know I shouldn't be so excited but she rarely goes on and tweets. I shouldn't complain because at least she has a twitter but seriously, tweet more. I retweet and favorite it on instinct, then start reading.

'Having a couple of shows in a couple of places... xo'

I click the link quickly and end up on lanadelrey.com . Oh my god, I can't believe it! She is having six shows, and one of them is here! In Artenia! Sure Artenia is in California, but I doubted any person of her caliber knew this place existed. Oh I know where she'll have the show! Plaza theater! It's about 20 minutes, give or take, from my house, oh my god this is amazing. I check for when the tickets go on sale, and from the looks of it, they go on sale.... now. Oh. Damn. Well I need to get some before they run out.

"Cara?" I turn my head and realize a tall dark haired boy is holding my vanilla bean at the pick up counter.

Eh. He can wait.

I quickly purchase my tickets and take a few breaths after doing so to get myself together before getting up to get my order. I don't want to pass out in the middle of Starbucks and have my laptop stolen.

"Good day?" the dark haired boy asks me as I take my vanilla bean off of the counter. I look up at him excitedly, happy that I am going to tell someone what has happened.

"Amazing! I'm going to see Lana Del freakin' Rey in three weeks!" I practically shout in his face.

"Who?" he asks.

I feel my smile fall.

"You failed in life." I tell him before I turn around and start walking back to my table.