I wake up at 6:30 a.m. The first thing I see is my digital table clock. The second thing I see is that receipt I found in the wastebasket from my second rendezvous with my anonymous lover. I pick up the receipt and stare at it. Yesterday, the object of my affection purchased his coffee at 7:30 a.m. at the Starbucks at 428 North Beverly Drive. My hunch is that he buys his coffee at the same location at the same time. From there, I can follow him and learn a little more about my mysterious lover.
I quickly hop into the shower, thinking about how crazy the past couple of days have been. Even though I have had less than six hours of sleep, my body is fully energized. A little crazy sex and lots of curiosity will do that to a girl! I get out of the shower and get dressed. At first, I put on my jeans, then I remember that it is a workday. That’s right. After I make my way over to Beverly Hills, I will have to head directly to work in downtown Los Angeles. The last thing I need to do is lose my job over my stalking hobby.
As I leave the apartment, I almost forget the receipt. I grab that telltale piece of paper and head to my car. It’s 6:50. I have about forty minutes to get to Beverly Hills from Culver City. Now, that should not be too much of a problem if I don’t hit any traffic. I am about ten miles away from this Starbucks location. However, with LA traffic, you never know what’s going to happen once you hit the road.
I decide to take the 405 Freeway up to Santa Monica Boulevard. Big mistake! The freeway is a parking lot. I check the clock. It’s already 7:05 and I have not even moved out of Culver City! Wonderful. At this rate, I’ll get into Beverly Hills by 9:00. Screw this. I’m going to have to take some evasive action. I get off at the next exit and decide to take the side streets over to Beverly Hills.
I speed up to Santa Monica Boulevard and head east to Beverly Hills. At 7:25, I hit North Beverly Drive and start searching for the Starbucks. Two minutes later, I find the packed coffee shop. I park across the street and scope out the place. It’s now 7:30. Made it just in time! In about thirty seconds, I see about ten people walk in and out of the coffee shop. They are doing some serious business. However, none of them resemble my anonymous lover.
A couple of minutes pass, I see an exotic car pull up near the Starbucks. It’s the kind of car that would turn your head on the Freeway but it’s completely normal in Beverly Hills. It looks like a Ferrari but I am not an expert in those kinds of cars. All I know is that it is all black and must cost more than the average house. The driver’s side door of the exotic car opens and out pops my anonymous lover!
My heart stops. I was totally right. He must come to this Starbucks location every morning. And that must mean that the handsome stranger lives somewhere in Beverly Hills. The thrill running through my body makes it hard for me to sit still. I watch as my anonymous lover walks into the Starbucks with a dapper dark blue suit draped over his perfect body. For a moment, I think about walking into the Starbucks and accidentally “bumping into him.” No, that would be way too creepy.
This makes the hurried trip out to Beverly Hills well worth it. There is something exciting about “watching” and “stalking” my lover whose name I don’t even know. For a moment, I entertain the possibility of following the handsome stranger to work. After all, we both spend the day in downtown Los Angeles so it wouldn’t be too hard for me. I stare at the front door of the Starbucks. Every time it opens, my heart jumps. A few people exit the coffee shop. But none of them are the handsome stranger.
About eight minutes pass when the Starbucks front door opens. The handsome stranger walks out with his Venti coffee. He walks over to his exotic car. I just stare at him with the biggest smile on my face. As the
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