SO! This is some sort of a pilot-chapter to my idea of Malorphans, posted on my tumblr. This small little baby-chapter is a way for me to see if you guys want me writing this story, if not: please feel free to tell me so! I'm feeling very vulnerable writing modern AU as I love the original universe so much so I'm pretty much a scared little bunny on this one. All your criticism is welcome though, so please review!

''How about you watch where you're going, huh?!'' Maleficent screamed as she nearly fell into a shelve full of wine. The girl had practically thrown herself and her cart in front of her, not even looking at her surroundings. The only way she could save the alcoholic grapejuice was by landing on her hip, wincing at the contact with the cold, hard floor.

''Oh my, I'm so terribly sorry!'' She looked up at the girl, curiousity kindled by the British accent. What could a British girl possibly be doing in this disaster they call a town? She stretched out a hand, but Maleficent refused to be helped up, pushing herself up her elbow.

''Why are you staring? Do I have something between my teeth?'' The brunette snarled as the blonde just kept on smiling.

''No, no. Nothing between your teeth, I'm just curious what your name is.''

'A bold thing, this blonde.' Maleficent thougth.

She couldn't be older than twenty-two, Maleficent figured. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, a color much alike gold. Girly, soft pink lips curled slightly in a cheeky smile, revealing both a boldness and an innocence that rather complemented each other, instead of the expected contrast.

''You can call me Mal.'' Maleficent finally said, contemplating whether or not to ask for hers. She didn't need to think very long however.

''Then you can call me Rora.'' The girl spoke unimaginable soft.

''Where are you from, Rora?'' The question got out a bit too harsh, but she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy Maleficent's brashness, her lips curling up a bit more at Maleficent's question.

''I'm from London, I'm here for work. I figure that's the next thing you're going to ask?''

A chuckle escaped the brunette's throat, not quite working out the way she planned it. It came out more of a snort, mixed with the sound of her choking. It was all she could do not to smack herself in the face after making such a fool of herself.

''So, Rora, now that we're acquinted, why don't we go drink coffee or something?'' She smirked confidently as she saw the look on the blonde's face, obviously caught off guard.

''Oh, Mal, I don't know. I'm not looking for anything right now.''

''It's just coffee, you know. But fine, suit yourself.''

When Maleficent started walking away she expected the girl to come running after her, but she never did, causing Maleficent's curiosity to start growing even more.

''That'll be 7,38 please.'' She barely processed the words, leaving the clerk to get annoyed. ''Miss, there's a line behind you.''

''Hm, what?'' She pulled her eyes away from the back of the blonde, checking out at another register.

''That'll be 7,38. Please.'' The boy spoke, a little too much emphasis on his last word. One glare and his cheeks colored a deep crimson.

She gave him a ten dollar bill, waiting impatiently for him to give her back her change. As soon as she was done she made for the door, hoping to get there before blondie did. When she reached the door she looked around her, noticing the girl's still checking out. She grabbed a pen from her purse and started writing on the back of her receipt.

The offer still stands, I'll be at starbucks at 7 pm. Find me in the back of the store.