Still eavesdropping, I got them their change and grabbed their cups.
“Adrenaline won two Grammys last year, one for song of the year.” My ears perked. Adrenaline? The Adrenaline? Hottest boy band from my teen years? I had posters of them in my room when I was fifteen and was convinced I was going to marry the lead singer.
And then I went to a concert and the drummer caught my eye.
Golden brown hair, sexy eyes, and…
Wait.
Why did that seem familiar?
Huh. I made their drinks, the noise from the blender shutting out any more of my eavesdropping, sadly. Did that mean that Adrenaline was here? In this town? Wouldn’t Dani have told me? According to her, a lot of the celebs refused to spend the winter in Seaside since it got so cold. They all ran back to LA, only to return to Seaside during the summer.
Not that it mattered.
“Here you go.” I handed the girls their drinks.
“I said extra whipped cream.” The one grumpy girl who had been fired turned her nose up at me. Perfect. Insulted by a girl who was going to be buried with her phone actually grown into her palm from usage.
“Sorry.” I pulled the lids off, added more whip cream, and handed them back.
“You must be new.” The girl’s eyes narrowed.
“Yup.” I had so many other things I wanted to say, but I refrained when the bell dinged again, and this time a hushed silence filled the room.
“That’s him,” Rude Girl said under her breath, her cheeks reddening.
Her friend’s eyes widened in shock like she wasn’t sure if she should pass out or say hi.
“Trevor!” One of the old guys stood and patted him on the back. “How’s the album coming?”
Trevor, Trevor, Trevor. Holy.
Stay calm.
Calm.
Trevor Wood.
And he’d been in here the day before.
What was he doing here? Wasn’t he married?
With kids?
Living happily ever after?
The girls scooted out of the coffee shop so fast it looked like their little trendy backpacks were on fire.
And then a chubby little face peered over the counter at me. “I like hot chocolate.”
The poor thing had just gotten a haircut, and from the looks of it, her hairdresser had either been drunk or…
“Got all the gum out?” I leaned down so we were both at eye level across the counter.
Her eyes looked puffy from tears. “Yeah, Daddy said it will grow back.”
“It will,” I soothed. “I cut my bangs to here when I was about your age.” I pointed to the top of my forehead. “And my hair grew back just fine.”
