When class was over I checked my phone and saw that I had a new voicemail.

"Hi Brenley. This is Melissa Dane. I'm Dylan Chase's personal assistant and I'd love to iron out some of the details of your trip with you as soon as possible. Please call me back as soon as you can. Thanks!"

I dialed her number as I walked out of the Fine Arts building into the campus courtyard where the sun was shining and the birds were chirping.

"Brenley! Thanks for getting back with me! I need to talk to you to get your flight scheduled. Do you want a window or an aisle seat?" she asked me.

"I don't know. I've never flown before. What do you suggest?" I asked, shifting my backpack up higher on my shoulder as I walked.

"You've never flown before? Then you definitely want a window seat to check out the view. You'll be flying first class. You're going to love it! Also do you prefer red or white wine and are you vegan or have any food allergies? I want to stock up the fridge in your suite."

"I'm not vegan and I don't have any allergies. And ummm. I'm not much of a wine drinker but I guess .......... red?" I said hesitantly.

"You're not a wine drinker?" she asked, sounding shocked.

"Not really. I'm more of a coffee girl. I'm a barista and life doesn't start until I have my caffeine fix in the mornings," I laughed.

"What's your favorite coffee drink?"

"My go to is an Iced Chocolate Almondmilk Shaken Espresso. Ooooh just saying it out loud is making me crave it right now. Have you ever had one?" I asked, pushing through the glass double doors into the English Language building.

"No can't say that I have."

"Oh man. You haven't lived until you've had one," I sighed. "I'll have to make you one while I'm there. You'll love it."

"Oh," she said, sounding surprised. "Okay. Thank you. Also, what's your favorite Dylan Chase movie?" she asked.

Suddenly I started racking my mind. I knew he had been in a ton of really popular movies but couldn't think of one off the top of my head to save my life. I muted the phone and looked at the guy next to me in class. He was a good looking guy in his early 20's, wearing a school football jersey.

"Hey, what's your favorite Dylan Chase movie?" I asked him.

His face lit up and he said, "Oh! Definitely Dawn of the Deceased. The one where he plays a Zombie slayer. That dude's a total badass."

"Thanks," I smiled and unmuted my phone. "Dawn of the Deceased," I told her quickly.

My professor walked in and I whispered, "Sorry, I have to go. My class is starting. Thanks Melissa!" before hanging up the phone and shoving it into my jean jacket pocket. I was relieved I had to go so she wouldn't ask me any more questions I didn't know the answers to.

"So are you a Dylan Chase fan?" the guy next to me whispered.

"Not really," I said and he looked disappointed to hear that and went back to taking notes, ignoring me the rest of the class like he usually did.

After my four classes for the day were over I walked across campus to Campus Perk, the trendy little college coffee shop where I worked. There were old vinyl records covering the walls and old school jazz music played in the background to set a calming vibe. The place was always dimly lit even in the day time and there was an old stone hearth fireplace with an antique ornate iron grate that covered the front of it and there was currently a roaring fire in it.

College students loved to sit in the plush comfy couch and chairs around the fireplace and sip on coffee between classes. In the evenings it switched to mostly craft beers that were sold and they had a small stage with an open mic where students could do whatever they wanted; standup comedy, singing with their guitar, story telling, reading poetry, whatever they wanted to do. There were no rules.

Well I take that back. There was one rule. You couldn't make fun of someone on the stage putting themselves out there and being vulnerable. If you did, you had to get up and perform next, and the audience got to pick what you had to do ....... sing, dance like a ballerina, stand on your head, juggle. If you didn't do it you got banned from Campus Perk for life. There was a wall called the 'Perks Shit List' with Polaroid pictures of people that were banned. My manager Dave was the same age as me but he loved vintage and nostalgic stuff so Polaroids fit with his vibe.

The laid back, quirky, vintage atmosphere is why people loved this place and why it was so popular. Sometimes I felt self conscious, like I wasn't cool enough to work in a trendy place like this but I loved it and I was really good at making gourmet coffee. Not to toot my own horn but I made coffee even better than Dave, and a lot of customers specifically requested for me to make their drink, a fact that irritated him to no end.

As I walked in for today's shift, there were a few people sitting around chatting on the couches and a couple people sitting on barstools at the tall counter that ran the length of the large front windows. It was a great place to sit and sip coffee as you people watched the busy sidewalk outside the window, but currently those two people had laptops open studying.

I stepped behind the counter and slipped on my black apron and tied it around my back right as Dave appeared through the swinging door from the small kitchen in the back.

Dave was short, barely taller than me, and he had a mop of brown curly hair on top of his head and dark brown eyes hidden behind black rimmed glasses. He was pale from not getting out in the sun much because he was almost always working or inside watching movies or playing games. He was pretty skinny from never having stepped foot in a gym in his entire life and he had never played any sports unless video games counted. He was more of an indoors type of man. He loved video games, anime, comic books and anything to do with technology and computers.

Dave dressed like a mixture between a hipster and a nerd most of the time. He could usually be found wearing a comic book t-shirt over faded jeans or on his hipster days he wore dress pants rolled up at the bottom with printed socks, a plaid shirt, bow tie and suspenders and a newsies style flat cap. He had a great personality and was quirky and funny. I considered him my second best friend, right after Ellie.

"I'm mad at you," I told him with a glare.

"What did I do now?" he laughed.

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows at him, giving him a direct glare that told him he knew exactly what he had done.

"I swear," he laughed. "I have no idea why you're mad," he told me, grabbing a large canvas bag of coffee beans and handing it to me. "Grind those up would you?"

I uncrossed my arms and took the heavy bag from him and climbed on the step stool, opening the large lid of the massive coffee bean grinder. As I poured some beans in I told him, "You're not off the hook Dave. Just remember. I don't get mad. I get even."

"For what?" he laughed, throwing his arms in front of him in frustration.

I finished filling the grinder with beans and popped the lid back on before stepping down off the stool and clicking the button that made the grinder start whirring to life as the beans spun around in it.

"I can't believe you told my Dad I could have the week off. Did you ever stop and think maybe I don't want the week off? That maybe I don't want to go on this stupid trip to California?" I asked, exhaling with frustration. "Having to work was the only good excuse I had and you stole that from me."

"Sorry," he shrugged. "I thought you'd be thanking me. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to spend a week with Dylan Chase?" he laughed, as if it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

"Me," I grumbled, tossing a coffee sleeve at him before I started aggressively wiping down the counter in frustration.

"Well I've suspected you weren't in your right mind for months and now you've just confirmed it," he laughed.

"Ha ha. Very funny," I said rolling my eyes at him and then sticking out my tongue.

He laughed and said, "Seriously though. Why aren't you excited? This is the man that single-handedly defended the earth from an alien invasion and saved the world from a Zombie apocalypse. He defeated an entire army on horseback in the rain with just a sword and shield."

"Those are just movie roles Dave. You do know he didn't really do any of that shit right?" I laughed. "I'm starting to think maybe you're the one that's not in their right mind."

"Well obviously they're just movie roles but not just anybody could play those kind of roles Bren. In real life this man can ride horses, fight with swords, shoot guns and bow and arrows. He can drive a getaway car and fist fight. He's literally my hero. He's a badass."

"You're the second person to call him that today," I said with an exhale.

"That's because he is one. When he came to the Comic convention in Omaha last year it practically shut down the whole city. I guarantee that man has beautiful women throwing themselves at him day in and day out, lucky bastard," Dave laughed.

There was a bell ding as the door opened and a group of five college students walked in and I was thankful for the distraction. As I was busy helping Dave make their coffees I wondered if everyone was right and that I should be more excited about this. It made me feel guilty that I was given this opportunity to hang out with Dylan Chase for a week when there were so many people that would appreciate it way more than me.