REQUEST!!!

The whirring of the coffee machine snapped you out of your thoughts. With a smile plastered onto your face, you turn back to the person standing across from you.

"Hey! What can I get started for you?"

For 3 years now, you've been making extra money on the side as a barista as a small, low-end coffee shop in downtown New York. Sure, it wasn't the best paying, but money was money at this point.

After clocking out at 5pm, you headed home. By the time you got on the bus and then into your apartment, it was 8pm. A quick dinner followed before you turned on your CD player and collapsed onto the sofa. The soft tune of 'the 1' started playing on your 'folklore' cd. God... Couldn't life be easier.

In the dark of your living room, you lay there, muttering to yourself.

"I wish I could just be rich... I want to love a celebrity... God. Imagine it... Imagine if I was dating Taylor... Have all these love songs written about me... To wake up beside her..."

What you didn't know was that, as you were wishing, a star fell across the sky... A shooting star. You didn't notice, of course, but after a moment of laying on the sofa, you retired to your bed before sleep could take over.

The following morning you awoke to a soft breath on your forehead. Thinking it was your cat, you raised you hand to pat her and instead your hand met long hair... Your eyes flew open... and connected with a pair of electric blue eyes staring back at you.

"Good morning, my love... I didn't mean to make you jump." Taylor said softly, her arm wrapping further around your waist and pulling you flush against her body. "How did you sleep, gorgeous? You fell asleep pretty quickly after your movie shoot yesterday."