Hello. I promised I would right something, anything, for my only Jelsa fanfic lovers. I honestly have no idea where I was going with that past fanfic (Elsa was gonna be guardian of love btw), and I have always longed to create a modern Jelsa fanfic. So as I listen to a Johnlock playlist on 8Tracks, I write this.
The headache pulsed through the left side of brain. Writing this novel was impossible. Waiting for messages was impossible.
"Jesus freaking Christ!" I moaned, the pain unbearable. Unfortunately, no one was here to hear my complaints. I moved from our home after the death of my parents. Anna moved into her own apartment in the same building of our family friend, Kristoff. I was an undiscovered novelist living in the bustling city of Arendelle. I payed rent with my cafe job, and so far, I was making it by and by. Until, well, now. It happened like this... "Next please!" The customer stepped forward.
"Caramel macchiato please."
"CARAMEL MAC!" Another busy day at the local cafe-WAIT! Halt! Something...new!
"Uh, um, hi. Order please?" I sounded like a bumbling idiot. Great going Elsa. This customer was absolutely striking. Perfect blue eyes, glistening white hair, and a smile that made me weak in the knees.
"Yeah, French vanilla latte please."
"Name?"
"Jack Frost."
"Okay, one French vanilla coming up, handsome," I said with a wink. What the hell was I doing? This was Anna's behavior, not mine! I'm not the flirtee. Stupid, stupid!
I grabbed Jack's latte, went to hand it to him, and- guess what?- spilled it on myself. Not on him, no, myfuckingself. Slipped on someone else's watery mess.
"Oh my god!" Jack went around to help me to my feet.
"I'm okay, really." His hands are so soft, yet rough.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Let me get you another latte." You could help me clean this coffee off my chest, which is soaked.
"Nah, don't worry about that." At this exact moment, my manager decided to check on his crew.
"Is something wrong sir?" Jack explained the situation while I admired the intricate floor patterns.
"Are you sure you don't want that latte sir?"
"No, it's alright. Gotta jet anyways." As I expected, Mr. Isles was not happy with me.
"My office. NOW."
"You wanted to-"
"Cut the chatter Miss Elsa. You are fired for losing a customer! Your clumsiness will not be tolerated around here! Leave your apron and name tag on my desk."
I simply did as was told, and left. I sat on the curb. It wasn't like I was upset I lost the job, I just- needed the money. I sobbed. Failure, that was why. I was sick of failing everyone. My parents would hate me, because I know I hate me.
Somehow, I made it back home. I was going to delete my novel forever; however, something kept me going. My phone lit up, and I had a message from...JACK! He saw it! He saw the number I'd left on his cup! I sank back in my chair with relief and happiness. What a way to end a day.
Oh, it's rated M for a reason. We need more Jelsa smut! Also, these coffee orders are my friend and mother's favorite coffees. I await for your feedback like Elsa waiting for another message from Jack. Oh and you'll see what Jack said in the next chapter. ;) TOODLES DARLINGS