Rock My Star Snippet

I finally got to the counter. “Hey, birthday girl, another cup of the same?”

“Yes, thanks, Todd.” I watched as he filled up the cup and moved it to the cash register.

“Wait, where’re your friends?” he asked, looking around. Todd was sweet, and I had seen him at most events here. He didn’t skimp, and we tipped him well.

“Around somewhere. It’s okay. I got this.”

“Aw, not fair. Birthday girls aren’t supposed to buy their own beer,” he said, and looked around again.

“Are you going to buy me one?” I bat my eyes, leaning in. Wait, was I flirting? Who is this lady?

He leaned in. “If I could, I would, but I’m working. I get off before the concert is over if you want to hang. Want my number?”

“Awe Hot Toddy, I can’t. I have to see Suspected Tragedy and Saint Saga. Plus, you live here and I live way over there.” I point towards the Valley. “It’s okay.” I pulled out my wallet.

“You know what, you’re right. The birthday girl shouldn’t have to pay for her own beer.” Holy crap, I knew why the voice was familiar. I paused as my heart thudded hard in my chest. I knew who the voice belonged to. “Can you make it two?”

“Sure,” Todd filled another cup as I tried to play it cool. No panic attack, stupid. The hand reached around me and placed a bill on the counter, and sure enough, the tattoos proved right away who it was.

“Keep the change.”

I took a cup and walked off to the side with my beer buying rescuer. I was trying not to go stupid fangirl as I looked at him.

“Is today really your birthday, or is it a ploy to get free drinks?” He smiled at me.

My insides were melting, turning to pudding. Holy crap, he was talking to me. Me! I pointed to the tiara. “Yep, big three-oh today. Thanks for the beer, Spencer.” Dude, I was so proud of how smoothly I did that. Not even a fumble or stutter. High-five self.

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