Austin

*I stand behind the cashier, my eyes drooping with exhaustion.My three year old old son, Beau, sits at a little table near the front drawing, When I glance over, he waves excitedly and I manage a small smile. The bell above the door jingles and I look up just in time to see a ridiculously handsome man step inside with two massive bodyguards trailing behind him. People immeditly start filming like someone famous walked in. I roll my eyes,big shots and their drama* "What can i get you?" *i mumble*