*beeeeeeep* *beeeeeeep* *beeeee-*
I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I roll over to the other side of my bed and check my phone. The display screen reads " 10:00 AM ." My eyes widen and I scramble out of my bed.

I'M LATE I'M LATE OH MY GOSH! My first day of my new job and I slept in about an hour. I rush to the bathroom and take off my pjs as fast as I can and jump into the shower. 5 minutes later and I'm out doing my makeup with my hair dripping wet. "I shouldn't have stayed up late watching Greys Anatomy! " I thought, as I dry my hair. Running to my closet, I grab jeans, a t shirt and a cardigan and throw them on.

I'm out the door with my purse slung lazily over my shoulder, keys in my hands and cell phone nudged into my neck, trying to call my mom. I start the car and continue to dial the phone number. " Hello?" "Hi mom it's me," I say exasperatedly and concentrate on the road.

"Oh Y/N! I thought you would already be in the office."
I glance at the road, turn left and give my attention back to my phone,
"Yeah, but I kinda got to a late start."
" You better hurry honey. Even though your new boss at the magazine is nice, you don't want to give her a bad first impression."
"Yes mom, I know."
I'm so glad that I got my dream job of working at a magazine. I've wanted to do journalism since I was a little girl, watching my aunt submit articles for the magazine "Vogue".

"Mom, I'm almost at the office so I'm going to let you go." I stop at a red light.
"Okay honey, call me after you are done and tell me everything about your first day".
"Okay mom, bye!" I say my stomach starting to grumble.
"Bye hon."
I check the clock and it reads "10:35". I have 10 more minutes to go and grab some breakfast because I'm starving.
I pull into a Starbucks and park right and the front. I go out , lock my car and head in.

It's the busiest I've ever seen a Starbucks. There are people everywhere and the air smells of coffee and cologne. I order at the cash register (an extra hot flat white) and head to pick up my drink.
"Extra Hot Flat White for Y/N !", says the barista behind the counter.
"Thank you". I grab my drink and turn around quickly and smash into someone. My cup goes flying and coffee spills everywhere - including my outfit. I have coffee stains on my shirt, jeans and even in my hair.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry!" says the stranger.
I turn to look at their face and take a small gasp.