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hang out,” Marianna said. “I’ll have a tall skim milk cappuccino.”
    â€œIs that to go or stay?”
    Marianna looked hurt. “To stay. What did you think I meant by ‘hang out’?”
    Oh, boy.
    â€œShe’s just nervous, it’s only her second day.” Heather said.
    Thanks, Lisa Marie thought. Heather could always be counted on to make nice. She was awesome at smoothing over the rough spots in relationships. Even when Lisa Marie was feeling especially premenstrual, rattling on and on about Todd, or the prom, or obsessing about getting the perfect dress, Heather never made her feel like she was being an attention hog.
    â€œSo what do I want?” Heather said, gazing up at the menu board. She stared and stared, with a distant look on her face, like she was thinking about something else.
    â€œYes?” Lisa Marie waited.
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œYou were ordering.”
    â€œOh. Yeah. Sorry,” Heather snapped back to the present. “Um . . . I don’t know. Surprise me, okay?”
    â€œWell, it’s kind of hard to surprise you,” Lisa Marie pointed out with a laugh. “I have to call out the drink order and then, normally, about four other people would call it out, too, while they rang it up and made it. But since I’m here alone right now, I’ll see what I can do.”
    â€œThanks.” Heather put a five dollar bill on the counter and said, “Keep the change.”
    â€œEw, no. That’s creepy, taking tips from my best friends.”
    â€œJust this once,” Heather promised. “From now on, you give us extra shots in all our coffees.”
    Lisa Marie made Marianna’s cappuccino and tried to think of what to give Heather, but she kept getting distracted. A crowd of guys from Sidwell Friends had been hanging out at a corner table for more than an hour, and they kept watching her, like they wanted to talk or something. How was she supposed to give them her full attention with her girlfriends around?
    And then the door opened, and in walked the one guy she’d had a crush on since forever. Drew Hammond, St. Claire’s Academy’s only honest-to-god hip-hop talent—a guy who even the teachers acknowledged was likely to make it big—was there with two guys from his posse. Otherwise known as Li’l D, Drew had been performing in small clubs around D.C. for more than a year, and the rumor was that an indie label wanted to sign him.
    With his smooth, bony cheekbones, gaunt face, wild dreadlocks, and latte-colored skin, he was the hottest thing Lisa Marie had ever seen.
    Her mind spun as she tried to think of something to say that would sound cool. What do you say to someone who’s practically already a celebrity?
    Without thinking, she just poured a regular coffee for Heather, set it on the bar without even calling it, and went to take Li’l D’s order.
    â€œHi,” she said, wondering whether to call him Li’l D or Drew.
    The thing about Drew was that there was nothing little about him. His nickname was a total goof. The story went that three of the guys in his posse all had names starting with D: Dave, Damien, and Durran. They were all shorter than he was, so they gave him the name Li’l D as a joke, and it stuck.
    â€œHi.” Li’l D’s eyes were deep. He really looked at you, Lisa Marie thought, like he was seeing into your heart and soul, or reading your mind or something.
    Lisa Marie flashed him her best smile and turned on the charm. Who cared if her friends were watching, and his buddies were standing right behind him? This was her chance to flirt with him.
    â€œWhat can I get you?” She made it sound like it meant more than it did.
    A smile flickered on Li’l D’s luscious mouth. “How about a skim milk cappuccino with a double shot of espresso?” he said. He glanced up at the menu, then met her eyes again. “What size should I