Ugh…Hello, beautiful world.

*cough, cough* Yeah, I'm sick. This is actually an experiment on modern AU that I was doing for fun. I kind of need practice for a bigger idea I have in my head, but this showed up. It was too cute to resist.

This stupid sickness will not allow my mind to work on Little Rose. So, I put this out. Maybe you guys and gals will like it. Probably a two-shot, at most three. But we'll see.

And quick thingy, no update next week. Sorry, my brains dying, college is a bully, and I need rest. Please be gentle to me and I hope some of you like this.

So without further ado, Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warning: Mild Language (for the sensitive at heart)

Chapter 1: Notes and Knocks

Hmm… Is this an 'a' or an 'o'? Wait, that a two or a seven?

I groaned.

Seriously, Mr. Oaken. I love ya, but your handwriting sucks worse than mine.

I raised my free hand to wipe the sweat off my forehead. And I was grossed out by how much water was smeared on it.

Eww…

Hey, the name's Anna. And today is just not my day.

Here I was, trying to be a good person and earn some good karma, but no. Someone up above or down below hates me so much as to curse this day as 'Fuck the Redheads' Day' day.

Since waking up late and skipping a home-cooked breakfast wasn't hard enough, its fricking ninety-six degrees out, there's not a cloud in the sky, and there's not even a speck of a breeze today.

Somebody call 9-1-1. 'Cause this girl is going to die from heat stroke soon.

Using the same hand to block the sun from my eyes, I try to look for an oasis in the middle of the concrete desert that I'm stuck in. Looking through the heat waves coming from the street, I see a little open sign displayed next to an elegantly designed picture of a cup of coffee.

Sweet Salvation!

With a huff, I burst through the door of the small coffee shop and sat myself on a chair that was deliberately away from all of the windows. Pulling out my notebook from my bag, I fanned myself with it before I passed out.

I know what you're thinking. I'm a twenty-year-old spunky redheaded college sophomore with my beloved driver's license safely tucked in my wallet, so I must have a car to match. So, why am I not using it?

It's simple. I'm just an idiot. And soon, I'm going to be a jailed idiot after I'm convicted for the future murder my ex-best friend, Kristoff.

You see, I let him use my car two weeks ago to pick up his little brother, Sven, from school. However, the jackass decided to show off my precious Audi to Sven by speeding down the interstate. He got pulled over, and I got the call from the angry parents.

And seriously! He drove thirty miles over the damn speed limit! With his nine year old little brother in the passenger seat of a borrowed car! I mean, really! There's a reason why people think that blondes are dimwits. And one part of the reason is named Kristoff.

But it's my fault, since I said yes after all of his begging. And it was completely not worth it.

Basically, my parents fund my college education, which includes my car. As punishment, my parents took away my beautiful car keys. I took it like the big girl that I was, but I sure as hell wasn't going down by myself.

Even though he paid for the ticket, I'm still pissed at Kristoff. Add that with the fact that I'm lost in a strange neighborhood with the baking sun over my head meant that someone was going to the grave. Real soon.

From the kindness of your heart, please send flowers for the future dearly departed.

But it's not going to be Oaken. Even though it's his fault that I'm lost, I don't blame him.

He's probably the greatest Micro-Economics Teacher that I've ever had. Well, he's the only one I've ever had, but yeah, he's great. He has this giant, wrestler body with the mind of Einstein all wrapped up in a colorful, derpy sweater. His class is the only one I can't be bored with. He makes it understandable to my young mind, and it doesn't hurt that he's my friend, too.

Anyway, he asked me for a favor and I didn't even think to say no. That was my first mistake: I'm way too nice.

Anyway…one of the newer English Comprehension teachers, Ms. Vinters, was out sick and he wants to send her the finished assignment that her classes did. I know her a bit, but I have my English Composition classes with another teacher. What I know of her mostly comes from other people and (surprisingly) Oaken. Apparently, this wasn't the first time that he's helped her out with something.

I mostly think why Oaken helps her out so much is because they're both from Norway.

Yeah, I know. Small world, huh?

It was weird when I first heard that, but it kind of made sense. Oaken likes to help people, and I guess knowing someone from his home country made him feel closer to home.

Still, as I looked back to the heavy scrawl on the paper, I knew that Oaken didn't mean to have such an ugly handwriting. But with the sweat sinking into my clothes, it was getting harder and harder to remember that little detail.

On the bright side, my notebook-fan did help a bit in clearing my head.

Okay, Anna. Just call the man to clear up these instructions. No biggie, right? Call the department and they can patch me through to him.

I was just about ready to carry out my plan and reached for my phone, when someone walked up to me.

"Hello, may I take your order?"

A quick look up blinded me. The chick in front of me had beautiful, dark hair all tried up in a professional-looking bun that had exposed a wide smile and coy eyes. Her voice had a bit of an accent that turned my brain to mush.

"Huh?" A person was asking for my order? Taking a closer look, I saw the uniform the girl was wearing with a small logo with the words Tiana's Café written in gold. She was a waitress and she's waiting for an order.

…And I'm staring like an idiot. Gosh, I'm slow today.

"Oh, umm…c-can you recommend me something? This is my first time here." I couldn't help the smile on my face for my private victory. Trust me, my rambling and stuttering could get a hell of a lot worse.

Yeah, Anna. You're smooth as ice.

"Well, I'll whip you up a specialty of my café. Your order will be right with you." And with that, the waitress strutted away. And damn, I was glad that she didn't look back. My jaw may have bounced off the table. Her café? Was she the owner?

Come on, Anna. Focus. Call Oaken first, and then we can waste time on day-dreaming of pretty girls.

Oh, and if it wasn't obvious before, I'll tell you. I'm bi-sexual. Now that we got that out of the way, I got a phone call to make.

It took a couple of moments to get though all of the English department's protocols, and I did have to make a small white lie (that the students' finished assignments were really top-secret test answers), but I did smile wider as a heavy European accent came from my phone.

"Ya? Ooo ess thes?" Yep, that's my teacher. But I've had a lot of practice translating his heavy accent, so I know that he said 'Yes? Who is this?' I answer back as I start to rummage through my bag.

"Hey, Oaken. It's me, Anna." Since there's not too many people in the café and the background music is soft, I put the call on speaker. It frees up my hands for the work that I have to do.

"Oh, Ah-na. Ded yoo alredy deliver tha papers? Oh, tha ess-"

Accent Filter Translation: Oh, Anna. Did you already deliver the papers? Oh, that is-

I laughed a bit to stop him and to admire my awesome skills.

I guess everyone was right: practice makes perfect.

"Umm, Oaken? I haven't even found out where Ms. Vinters's place. I think I got a bit lost and I need some help. I've never been to this side of the campus, and I need directions."

"Oh, ya? Well, Ah can elp wit that." I can easily hear his cheery tone through the phone. That man just likes to help everybody. Well… unless you disrespect him, but that's a different story.

"Thanks a whole bunch for this. I'm at this little coffee shop called Tiana's Café that's on Copper Blvd. Does that ring any bells to you, Oaken?" I finally dig out a usable pen and swiftly open my notebook-fan to a blank page, ready to take notes to end this long journey of mine.

But before he answers, the waitress steps in and surprises me.

"Mr. Oaken, is that you?"

I kind of stared for a bit and I stared some more as Oaken sounded even more excited at hearing the waitress's voice.

Well, fuck me, this really is a small world.

The two talk as if they were long-lost friends finally meeting up again with me being the outsider. Trying not to look too spaced out and confused, I reach for the drink. And I promise you, this girl is a mind reader. It was the best iced coffee I've tasted in my life. I could even taste the splash of chocolate in it.

Whoa, girl. You're cute, can make an awesome brew, and know Oaken? I think I'm in love.

"So…," I interrupted the two gushing girls chatting on my phone. "You two seem to know each other well."

Honestly, if I had known what I would unleashed with that question, I would not had asked it. But, I did have a better afternoon.

With me, Oaken, and the waitress calling in a favor, we started chatting like old friends. Apparently, the girl was Tiana, as in, the manager of Tiana's Café. She used to be Oaken's student a few years ago, but she graduated with a business degree and has her own chain of cafés. It ain't Starbuck's, but I now know where to get my cup of Joe in the morning.

She told us that her fiancé runs the finances of the business, and Tiana does too, but she loves to actually be in the store. Oaken didn't know about the engagement as he nearly bawled out of happiness while I cursed my luck.

Oh, well. Better luck next time, right?

After about an hour had passed with all of us just taking about random stuff in our lives, I still needed directions to Ms. Vinters's place. But Tiana was a lifesaver as she told me that I was really close by. A couple blocks down and into the apartment complex to the right. She was even able to translate Oaken's writing for me.

Right then and there, in the middle of a somewhat crowded café, I nearly bawled. Honestly, the woman was a godsend, and she was going to be married. She didn't even allow me to pay for the coffee, saying that it's a thanks for the great time she had.

But I stayed strong and only sighed as we hugged goodbye. It's was seriously not easy being bi.

Yeah, I'm a bit overdramatic, but at least I'm honest about it unlike other bitches.

Anyway, I left with a cold water bottle and my stuff as I crawled through the concrete scorching desert known as the University of Central Arendelle. I didn't take me long to find the complex that Ms. Vinters lived at.

Okay, Winter's Edge Apartment Complex. Building Number seven, second floor.

Sending blessings to Tiana the whole time, I walked through the streets of the neighborhood until I saw a black seven on the side of a building.

And throughout the whole walk, I could easily say that this was a pretty nice place. It wasn't choke with security and had a nice playground and pool. There was even a lake filled with ducks that was near the main office. The little ducks were following their mama.

Oh, duckies!

Still, the baking sun hurried me away and towards the shade of the building. Taking the steps two at a time, I rushed up to the little balcony. The apartment buildings weren't like the long motels of a hundred rooms, but it was two homes stacked on top of each other. So, there was only one door in front of me.

I did a little cheer that I finally found the place. I froze in mid-cheer as my eyes caught and read the sign in the little window: Beware of Dog.

Alright, just knock and give her the papers. Oaken told her that he was sending a student along to bring the assignments. So, the dog won't be taking out a chunk of my legs, right?

Shaking my head, I forced myself to be calm. I mean, there are children in the neighborhood, so it can't be that vicious. Just protective. And Mrs. Vinters should be home to calm the beast.

Seriously, calm down. Nothing's happening and nothing's going to happen, right? …Right. Finish, go home, spoil yourself, and have a weekend of the Game of Thrones Marathon ahead of us.

And with my little pep talk doing its job, I knocked.

AN: And that's the first part. Like it? Hate it? Want to see some more? Well, I have more, but with Little Rose and this, I'll try to balance the two.

Sorry about this flu. Since it didn't get me during winter, it decided to get me now. So, my brain will try hard to push onward through the meds I'm on. And next update is next-next Thursday. I promise.

As always: comments, concerns, and informed critiques are forever welcomed in the reviews. Remember, my brain's frying right now, so I may have made a mistake or two. Please speak out, so I can fix it as fast as possible.

So, until next time, Au revoir.