AUTHOR'S NOTE:Hi guys, this fic is inspired by The Waitress Song by Seth Sentry; I've been wanting to write it for a while and have finally worked up the words haha. Please review, I know it's a bit rough so if you have any tips then send them through. I intend for this to be a few chapters and I'll try to upload regularly. Thank you for reading and enjoy :)

P.S I decided to do a little bit of editing the night after publishing, this will probably happen a lot. Sorry hahaha

Chapter One: The Meeting

The door chime tinkled to life as Kristoff entered the small cafe, his beanie was completely soaked and his black coat felt like it was made of ice. Usually Kristoff would've simply pushed through the rain but he was meant to be heading to a family dinner and if he arrived soaking wet or a degree colder than 'normal' he would be forced to spend the night wrapped in blankets, sucking on a thermometer. So, with that in mind, Kristoff had needed to find somewhere to shelter once the light rainfall turned into a full blown thunderstorm. It was then that he spotted the slightly run-down store, the store window read: Oaken's Kaffe. It looked pretty empty which he hoped meant he'd not only be out of the cold but he'd also have somewhere to sit down.
And he was right, just with a quick glance he could see that there was only a couple and a small group of teenagers occupying the cafe.
He couldn't see any signs telling him to 'wait to be seated' so he decided that he could probably just find a seat by himself but he'd barely gotten a step towards the nearest booth before he heard a commotion from behind the counter.

"Oh is someone there? . . . Ouch! Just give me a second . . . just have to get out from under here . . . There we go. Hi!"

Kristoff towards the counter to find himself greeted by a beaming red-head. Her face was covered in her freckles and there was a smudge of paint, or at least something that looked like paint on her forehead; even her hair, though done up in two tight plaits, was slightly dishevelled.
The waitress rushed out from behind the counter, nearly tripping over her own feet, to stand in front of him with her smile still firmly intact although she seemed a bit flustered.

"Oh wow, you are a lot taller up close," she let out a nervous giggle as her eyes wandered up from his chest to his face, the blush on her cheeks growing darker by the second, "Umm . . . Anyway, how can help you?"

"A seat," he grunted, his voice muffled by the scarf wrapped around his neck and mouth.

"Huh?"

Roughly, Kristoff pulled down the scarf,"Behind you."

"Oh, right! Excuse me . . ." she jumped out of the way, "Ooh and I forgot introductions! Welcome to Oaken's Kaffe, home to the best customer service in town."

Kristoff looked at her, she had to be kidding, right?
"Isn't that just another way of saying the foods not very good?" The snide remark came out before he could stop himself. He watched the girl and waited for her response. He was used to people sharpening at his abrupt manner so he was more than surprised when all she did was giggle.

"You definitely wouldn't be the first one to think that, although Oaken would probably kick you out if he heard you bad mouthing his food," She laughed, moving aside so that he could slide into the booth behind her. "Now what can I get you? The coffee's not too bad although it's a bit bitter for my tastes. Actually I don't like coffee even if it's well made. I prefer something a bit sweeter . . . no wait! Make that a lot sweeter! Oh sorry I'm rambling again, I do that a lot apparently . . . umm I'll stop talking now. . ."

Kristoff just stared at the girl as he slid into the booth, whoever had hired her was either deaf or hadn't spent much time around her. But he decided to keep that thought to himself and instead ordered a long black, took of his coat and beanie, and tried to get comfortable.

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Anna lent up against the counter as she watched the stranger. They rarely got new customers and when they did they were usually unkempt people looking for some place warm to stay and hoping for a hot meal. They most definitely weren't rude blonds with large noses although Anna had to admit his eyes were almost the same colour as chocolate, almost.

"Yoohoo, Anna!"

Anna turned around, bumping her shin on one of the drawers as she went, "Oops, sorry Oaken. I promise it won't happen again"

"How about instead of making promises you can't keep and staring at the new customers, you actually serve some," if Oaken's smile didn't let Anna know she wasn't in trouble then the booming laugh that followed surely did. Anna noticed that it had also grabbed the new stranger's attention. She couldn't help but notice the small smirk that was playing across the man's lips and soon found herself admiring the way his eyes seemed to twinkle with amusement.

"ANNA!"

"Sorry! I'm going, I'm going!" Anna quickly grabbed the two mugs waiting on the counter. "So one for the newbie and one for?"

"You, maybe it'll wake you up enough so that you can actually do your job," Anna gave Oaken a sorry smile before taking the two coffees with her, hearing his laugh fade as he returned to the kitchen. With a spring in her step she headed towards the stranger but was a little disappointed to find him no longer smirking.

"Here's your coffee, sorry if it's a bit cold . . . that would be my fault I got a little bit distracted," She let out a giggle before almost handing him the coffee," Wait . . . I think that one's mine, actually it might be yours . . . Umm I'm not too sure but you just taste them both and I'll take the worst one." Anna could feel her cheeks burning from the embarrassment.

"Umm . . . Thanks I guess but I'm fine with this one," the stranger grabbed the cup closest to him. She watched his face as he drank, and didn't miss the slight grimace as he swallowed.

"Oh gosh! I'm so sorry... it's too strong isn't it. I'm so, so sorry let me go make you another one!" She exclaimed already reaching to take his cup away until she heard him laugh. It was deep and seemed to come straight from his chest. She felt her heart skip a beat but pushed it aside, blaming it on the shock of hearing this supposedly stern man laugh.

"No, it's not strong it's actually ridiculously sweet," He smiled up at her, his eyes finding hers and his laugh dying down into a soft chuckle. They stared at each other for a second before Anna finally looked down at her shoes.

"Oh!" now it was Anna's turn to laugh," Umm . . . That would be my coffee then... I guess it's not really coffee though. Oaken makes it especially for me. It's like a hot chocolate but with lots of caffeine in it but I guess I don't really need the caffeine. Umm . . . Yeah . . ." Carefully Anna picked up her coffee before handing the blond his; for a split second their fingers touched and Anna's heart stopped briefly. Quickly she turned away again, attempting to hide the blush forming on her checks.
"Umm . . . Well I should probably get back to work . . ." She started to head back towards the counter but turned back to the man," Umm . . . My name's Anna by the way."

"Kristoff," The blonde grunted.

"It's nice to meet you Kristoff, I hope to see you again soon," Anna beamed at him; she really did hope he would come back. There was just something about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on.