Anna was not jealous.
No.
Not one bit.
There was no reason to be at all.
The girl was just simply ordering her coffee…and smiling…a lot…and batting her lashes at him.
Anna gripped her coffee a little tighter as she watched the brunette talking with Kristoff.
The job search was going pretty well and she had sent in a few resumes but, she had yet to hear anything back just yet. Thankfully, her trust fund was still able to help her out for a little bit longer before Anna felt that she was overstepping it.
"Only for emergencies." Her father had told her. "Got to keep saving it up as long as you can."
And she had, thankfully, and really, considering the circumstances, this was an emergency. Anna was careful to manage it and make sure she wasn't going too far into the fund. Once she got a job, she could slowly start building it back up again.
But for now, she came to the shop every morning to search the morning paper for any openings and to have some company.
Company that was currently smiling at the lash batting brunette.
The girl had taken her order and had taken it upon herself to hold a conversation with him.
Why? WHY?
Why of all people would she flirt with him? Didn't she know that he was…
Taken?
Anna blinked.
They weren't an item. They were just friends who so happened to be spending a lot of time together. That's all.
Who she might, maybe, possibly have feelings for.
And, well, spent every single day actually.
With said friend being super attractive and muscular and super kind and caring and one of the best huggers and just an overall good person that—
WHY IS SHE GIGGLING?!
Kristoff was smiling at the brunette as he handed her the cup, her annoying giggles echoing through the shop.
What? What is so funny to you?
The giggles ended and for a second, it looked like she might go sit down but—oh my God, SHE IS LEANING ON THE COUNTER.
AND TWIRLING HER HAIR THROUGH HER FINGERS.
WILL YOU GO JUST GO SIT DOWN YOU LITTLE—
"Hello? Earth to Anna?"
Anna shook her head and looked to Sven. He was holding her empty plate.
"What?"
"I said, do you want another muffin?"
"Oh, um, no. I'm good. Thanks though!"
"Uh-huh."
Anna smiled and glanced at the girl at the counter. She was still leaning on the counter, now tapping her nail on the side of the cup and Kristoff was grinning at her and if she didn't go sit down this very moment—
"You ok?"
"Fine."
"Oh really?"
The girl giggled, again. "Yes, perfectly fine."
"Then who are you giving the stink eye to?"
Anna looked at him surprised. "I'm not stink eyeing anyone?"
"Anna, if looks could kill, that girl would have been in the ground ages ago."
She blushed, "Sorry."
Sven smiled, "It's ok." He slid into the empty booth seat in front of her, looked at the girl at the counter, and looked back at Anna, "Not a fan?"
"What? No! I—" Anna tried to come up with a reason, anything to hide her jealousy. NO. NOT JEALOUSLY. SHE WAS NOT JEALOUS. "I just liked her…purse."
Sven huffed a laugh, "Anna, she doesn't even have a purse."
Anna stared at him and felt her face becoming red hot. "Um…"
"Her name is Sara." Sven said, glancing to the counter. Anna looked too and the girl, Sara, was still at the counter…and leaning even further onto it if that was possible. "She comes in here at least once a week."
"Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Sven said with a smirk, "She's been after Kristoff for months."
"Really?"
"Yeah. She moved in a few months back, something about a new start? I don't know. She hardly talks to me, unless she is asking where Kristoff is."
"Oh no," Anna said with a grin, "Sven isn't as much of a lady killer as he thought."
"First off, how dare you." Anna giggled, "Second off, more that she is so into Kristoff that she can't even realize he isn't into her."
"He's not?" Anna asked confused.
Sven shrugged, "Not really. She's nice and all but, they went on one date— "
WHAT?!
"-and it didn't go well apparently. Well, Kristoff said it didn't so, he tried to play nice and say they should just, you know, be friends. But, she can't take a hint to save her life. So she comes in here nearly every week hoping he will change his mind."
Anna breathed a sigh of relief, looking back towards the counter as the girl finally took her coffee and made her way to the far corner table in the shop. She sipped her coffee, then would glance to the bar to glance at Kristoff.
"So, Kristoff wasn't into her?"
"Eh, at one point I think." Sven said, "But not really. I think he enjoyed the attention more than anything."
"Hmmm."
"…wait, are you…are you jealous?"
Anna looked at Sven, then her cup and slowly took a sip.
Sven laughed, leaning back in the booth, "You are jealous."
"I am not."
"You so are."
"No, I am not."
"Ohhh, yes you are."
"Shut up." She took another sip, trying desperately to hide her bright red cheeks.
Sven smirked, "Anna Delle is jealous. I can't believe it."
"Jealous?"
Anna nearly choked when Kristoff spoke, looking up at him as she tried her best to swallow the coffee easily. "Who's jealous?"
Sven, still smirking, looked at Anna then back to Kristoff, but Anna beat him to it.
"Sven is."
"What?" The two said at once.
Anna looked at Sven, smiled and explained, "Sven was just explaining how he is jealous of all the attention you get from Sara. Apparently it's hurting his ego and his 'lady killer persona."
Sven glared at her while Kristoff laughed, "I've told you, if you want her dude, she is all yours. I can't get her to leave me alone."
"I told you to just tell her plain and simple you're not interested."
"I can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because he is too nice to put her down." Anna said with a grin. "You're too much of a softy."
"I am not!" Kristoff said, cheeks slightly red.
"Oh please," Sven said, "You totally are. If you weren't, you would have told her to back off."
"I don't know how much subtle I can be. I don't talk to her unless I ask for her order or call her name for said order…which I don't do anymore because she doesn't leave the counter till I hand her drink. Then she goes into this giggle fit out of nowhere and it's so weird because I didn't say anything funny, just her name? It makes no sense and then—"
Anna smiled, watching how frustrated Kristoff got over explaining Sara and her tactics. She glanced to Sven, who was eyeing her, still smirking knowingly.
She took another sip of coffee.
She was absolutely, positively, not jealous.
She just did not like seeing a girl flirt with best friend. That's all. Totally casual and not jealously what so ever. No feelings involved what so ever…
"Bye Kristoff!" Sara called from the door as she walked out, smiling widely at him and…winking.
She WINKED AT HIM!?
…ok, so maybe she was a tad jealous.
