Falling Down(2)

Now, you're probably wondering what that has to do with Sera's temper. Well, before her family was killed, Sera was bubbly and fun. She was always positive but with the loss of her family, she's become bitter, angry, and, at times, hostile. She just has no patience for anyone's bullshit anymore--her words, not mine. So, you can imagine after she's been bumped into five or six times how she'd react. It wouldn't be pretty. It'd range from yelling and swearing to possibly punching someone in the face and, as she mentioned, throat punching someone. Well, let's just say it would have been ugly.
"Oh! Starbucks!"
"Hell yeah," Sera says following behind me.
"What do you want? My treat."
"Caramel macchiato, Venti, triple shot."
I raise my eyebrows. "You're going to be hyped on the plane."
"All the better for playing Candy Crush."
"Oh my God. You and that dumb game."
She flips her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Whatever. You only think it's dumb because you can't get past level 96."
"Suck it."
"If you had something to suck…" She breaks off with a shrug and a smirk as we step up to the counter to order.
I order Sera's large cup of caffeine and for myself I order an Americano with vanilla syrup, extra sweet, with two creams.
As we wait for our order there's a commotion in the center seating area near the flight boards.
"Huh, I wonder which celeb is flying today," Sera questions.
I shrug. It's not uncommon to see celebrities pass through Chicago, I've just never seen one up close and personal.
"Maybe it's someone sexy like Taylor Lautner." She wiggles her eyebrows at this and I can't help but smirk.
"Doubtful. It's probably some old dude or a model," I start to ramble as I hand Sera her coffee and pay. I head off to the side to stir in extra sugars and creamer. "Maybe it's Miley. Or the Biebs," I say with a snort.
Sera taps my arm a couple times.
"What?" I look over at her. She's standing there with her coffee halfway to her mouth, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.
"What's going on?"
"L-look," she points.
I turn and I nearly drop my coffee. All the air in my lungs has been sucked out in some sort of vacuum and I can't breathe. I grab Sera's arm and make some incoherent sound that sounds like, "unh". She must get what I'm saying because she responds with, "I know!"
"Unh!"
"I know! Wow. Did you conjure him up looking for His Sexiness? You should go ask for his autograph."
No way. Uh-uh. I, Luciana Russo, am a chicken. I can't even move at this point. Hell, I can't even speak. I'm sure he wouldn't understand "unh".
"You have to, Lucy. You've wanted to meet Jesse Kingston since we were in seventh grade! This is your one and, probably, only shot."
She's right, but I can't move. I don't even have a pen. I must be talking normally now because she thrusts a pen and paper in my face. Then she grabs my arm and drags me to where he's standing.
"Unh." Guess not, she just knows.
Okay, you're probably wondering who the hell Jesse Kingston is and what the big deal is. Let me tell you. Jesse Kingston is People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive the last three years running. He's tall, dark and delicious. He's sex on a stick. He's the lead singer of Falling Down and has the sexiest voice I've ever heard. I kid you not, his voice is deep and gravely and sends chills down my spine, goosebumps all over my body, and moisture between my thighs. Oh yeah, that's Jesse Kingston. Okay--back to the hottie that has my mouth and body in zombieland.
I wipe around my mouth, checking for any signs of drool. Oh God. My heart is going eleventy billion miles an hour, I've got tummy flips going on, and my girlie parts are tingling--all this because he's within twenty feet of me? If he touches me I'll likely spontaneously combust.