This time, walking into this restaurant without any rush, there were guards at the car and the door. One opened the door and the other took my hand with asmall bow. As I reached the door it was opened for me, one took my coat and another escorted me to my sit. This is how it feels to be rich.
I hadn't even noticed that the place didn't have people like that day. Not that there was a long queue like every regular coffee shop; here it was just him sitting down handsome in all his glory. Bloody Noah fucking BROWN! I wanted to scream and do the victory dance! Right now, I wished my girls were here. For this very second as I was walking in and he stood up to get my seathimself I knew I had hit the Jackpot. Zack never got my bag, or my coat. He never helped me to hold anything, unless I was going to help him get something, then he would immediately return it back to me the moment I got back.
