"Hey babe, wake up," I grumbled something and grabbed my pillow. Just let me sleep!

"Baby, really, wake up, I've got a surprise for you," I suddenly woke up at the word 'surprise' and saw the grey eyes of my boyfriend staring at me. Al smiled and gave me a cup of tea.

"Wow, you brought me breakfast in bed, it must be a good surprise," He started to laugh and his straight blonde hair moved. God I was addicted to his hair. I tasted the tea and nearly spit it. It was disgusting. I smiled to Al, pretending it was good but carefully put it away.

"So are you going to wait for me to throw tea in your face or are you going to tell me what's happening?" He smiled.

"Right, you know Rod?" I nodded, "Well his girlfriend dumped him yesterday but he was supposed to take her to a concert tonight. He didn't want to go to the Bruno Mars concert alone so he gave me his tickets."

"Bruno Mars? This dude who sings Grenade and Just The Way You Are? It seems nice," I said, leaving the warmth of my bed. Al frowned.

"I thought you would be more excited." He looked a bit disappointed.

"I am. It's just that I've got a lot of work and going to a concert tonight is not gonna help me," I explained him before kissing him on his cheek.

"I gotta to work" I shouted from the bathroom.

"You wanna have some waffles?" Al yelled back from the kitchen. I didn't like waffles but I knew he cooked them and I didn't want to vex him.

"No thanks," I simply replied while I grabbed my jacket, my keys and my helmet.

I jumped on my bike but before going to Buffalo – where I was a New Era's caps designer – I stopped at a Starbucks to buy a mocha. Al was adorable to make me a tea but it was absolutely disgusting. I was leaving a dollar tip when suddenly….

"What the fuck?" I yelled. Someone had bumped into me and split his hot coffee all over me

"Oh my Gosh, I am so sorry …" The dude who just burnt me was small and had curly hair. He really looked sorry but when I was angry, nobody could stop me.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Okay, look, I'm really sorry …"

"That was my favourite shirt you dumbass," That was actually a lie. I didn't give a fuck about this shirt.

"I'm really sorry then, I'll buy you a new one."

"Yeah, you better!"

"Now listen to me! I apologized; I was nice to you and proposed you to buy you a new shirt. I think I've got the right to be talked like I'm not shit!"

I was surprised that Curly Hair had such a loud voice but I was too pissed off.

"You know what you are? An asshole!" We were creating a huge scene but I didn't care.

Curly Hair glared at me. He put his hand and his pocket and threw me two 50 dollar bills in my face. "There is 100 dollars to buy your fucking shirt bitch" Before I had the time to slap him, he left the Starbucks. I quickly followed him, heading home to change my clothes.

"You home already? Oh…" he looked at my shirt, "What happened?" Al had just come out of the shower.

"Some stupid ass split his coffee on me," I explained.

"Do you know him?"

"No, I was at a Starbucks," Al froze.

"You were at a Starbucks?" He looked offended.

"Oh please Al-"

"I was just asking why you were at a coffee shop? You just had some tea," His voice was cold as he interrupted me. I paused, my mouth hanging open. It was just a coffee.

"Constance, answer me!" Oh God… He thought I was with another guy! But I just couldn't tell him his tea sucked.

"I was hungry and bought a muffin," I tried to explain.

"I asked you if you some waffles twenty minutes ago!"

"Damn Alex! I don't like waffles and you know what? Your tea SUCKED. I said it now. Satisfied?" I slammed the door as I left.

I couldn't focus. Al and I never fight. I was just supposed to drink a mocha, go to work and Al would never have known anything.

Fuck you Curly Hair! I tried to remember what he looked like. He was wearing a black leather jacket, his curly hair was messy and he was small. That's all I can remember. I was too focused on yelling at him.

"... And I was just wondering if we should rather have the original logo on the back. What do you think?" Melly's long blonde hair flicked over her shoulder as she looked at me.

"Shmmm… What? Oh sorry Melly, what did you say? I wasn't listening," Melly half smiled – half sighed and put down the cap she was holding.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

At this very moment, I wanted to hug her and tell her how much I loved her. Melly was the best, best-friend you could ever have. She knew when something was wrong, listened to you and gave you the best advice. Even though she could be extremely shy sometimes.

"Al and I had a fight."

"Why?" She looked worried

I quickly explained to her about the tea, Curly Hair and waffles.

"Well, don't worry about that. He wanted to know why you were at a Starbucks because he cares about you. It's better to have a caring boyfriend than a stupid jerk. And I'm pretty sure he will realize you lied to him because you didn't want to hurt him. Tonight, everything is gonna be forgotten."

"I hope… We were supposed to see a Bruno Mars concert tonight… I hope I didn't screw up everything."

"You're going to a Bruno Mars concert? That's awesome! He will sing some love songs and Al and you will be back together like before"

"Awww, thank you Banana for comforting me!" She laughed at the nickname I had given her when we were 15 as we went back to work.

"Al? I'm home!" I put a bag on the table. It was chocolate lollipops that Al loved. I really wanted to make up.

"Hey love!" He arrived from the kitchen, a towel on his shoulder. He was wearing a pair of straight jeans and one of his random tee-shirts.

"I … I wanted to apologize," I softly said, looking at the floor.

"That's alright babe. Everyone has their little secrets. That's not a big deal if you don't like my tea or waffles."

"I didn't want to hurt you." I said earnestly.

"I know." He smiled in forgiveness.

"I bought this for you," I showed him the bag. When he discovered the lollipops, he just hugged me tight. I smiled with happiness. Our routine was back.

"Al, I can't breathe!" We both laughed and I put my head on his chest. He was so much taller than me!

We ate French food that Al had cooked (Thank God it tasted good). It was time to go. I just dressed like always. Jeans, an old sweatshirt and my khaki jacket. Bruno Mars, here I come!

There were already a lot of people when we arrived. We weren't late but we weren't early either. Al's friend had bought tickets on the floor so, we were just in the middle of the audience and I couldn't see much. I hated being so small! I could hear some noisy girls at the front shouting 'Hooligans' and other stuff. Crazy girls. Ten minutes later, Mars finally arrived with his band.

There was a guy who was wearing squared glasses, another with long dreadlocks. Oh my Gosh! My ex-lunch lady was playing drums for Bruno Mars! Then I realized it was a guy. Fail.

The dude at the bass had the coolest hair that I really wanted to touch. A tall slim Asian guy was smiling and waving to the crazy girls at the front. Finally, there were three dudes at the back that I couldn't see very much of.

Mars was exactly dressed like I saw in some magazines. Vans, skinny jeans, stripped tee-shirt, Ray-Bans and a fedora hat. I tried to see his face a bit closer but there were too many tall people in front of me.

He started to sing a song about death. I heard some people telling 'The Other Side'. Then Just The Way You Are came. He sang about ten songs and I was really surprised cause he sounded great live. You know, there are very few people who can sing properly without auto-tune shit. Well, Bruno Mars was one of those people and I totally respected him for that.

He also was funny. After singing Grenade, someone threw a fake grenade to the guy with squared glasses. Bruno had a sort of reflex and caught the grenade. After that, he started to sing "I'd catch a grenade for Phil, throw my hand in a blade for Phil …" It was really funny and I wondered if Phil and Bruno were together. They seemed very close, like there was a bond between them.

My favourite song was definitely Top of the World (Alex had found the program). It said that if you worked hard, something good would happen to you.

Mars ended the concert with Talking to the Moon. He gave all his heart to this song which gave me goosebumps.

Everybody clapped him and I was surprised to be one of the people who were shouting it was great. Al whistled him. Then the audience began to say "Encore! Encore!" and I joined them with pleasure.

Suddenly, Al lifted me and I found myself on his shoulders. The view was way better! I could see Bruno properly now. His skin was tanned and he had perfect white teeth. He thanked the crowd, took off his glasses and his hat because he was all sweaty.

I was still cheering him when I realized he had curly hair. The exact same messy, black curly hair that was in Starbucks. I tried to convince myself it couldn't be the dumbass dude but I could have recognized his curly hair anywhere.

Then I realized I was on Al's shoulders and that Mars could see me. Damn, I yelled at Bruno Mars. I treated him an asshole and dumbass. He could put me in jail, make me homeless… Well, maybe that was a bit of an over-reaction.

Totally panicking, I shouted to Al to put me down. He was surprised but he slowly let me down. Released, I quickly glanced at Curly Hair – thank God, we would never see each other again – but at that moment he locked his brown eyes in mine. Those were the five longest seconds of my life.

He raised his eyebrows and I knew he knew.