Elsa was livid. Her day just seemed to keep getting worse and worse. First, her alarm clock never went off. Second, there was backed up traffic due to construction. When she arrived twenty minutes late her boss demanded an explanation. The only reason she wasn't fired on the spot was because she was a model employee and promised to never let it happen again. She figured the day would get better as it progressed.
She was sadly mistaken.
All the customers seemed to be in grouchy moods, wanting a quick meal and to rush right out as soon as they were finished. Three of them sent back their plates and two didn't even bother to leave a tip. There were only a handful of customers who were kind and patient, and it was those few who kept Elsa from dropping her notepad and walking out the door.
Elsa worked at a small diner about twenty minutes away from her apartment. Over winter and summer breaks she would work the morning hours and when in school pick up a few afternoon and evening shifts. The diner was family owned and survived mainly on regulars. Elsa became acquainted with them through the years and found them to very pleasant. Other customers, not so much.
After kindly wishing two regulars a nice day, she slumped over to her next table. She took in a deep breath before forcing on a smile.
"Morning. How can I help you?"
The man at the table brought down his menu and smiled kindly. He stared at Elsa for a while before replying. "Rough day?"
Elsa let her smile falter a tad as she tried not to huff. "You could say that." She replied honestly.
The gentleman chuckled before picking his menu back up. "I figured by the way you just sighed over there." He said as he gestured to where Elsa was just standing.
Elsa lightly blushed from embarrassment. "Sorry about that. I thought no one would notice."
He shook his head. "Don't be. I noticed how a few guys were treating you. I applaud you for not wringing their necks right then and there."
"I think that would be a bit harsh." She replied nonchalantly.
He laughed at her dry humor and then cleared his throat. "Alright then. I will have an iced coffee, black, and the Sunday Special please."
Elsa nodded as she began to write in her notepad. "How would you like your eggs?"
"Scrambled, please."
"And do you want bacon or sausage?"
"Bacon, please."
Elsa jotted down the order and then kindly took his menu. "Alright, your food should be right out and I will go and grab your coffee."
He smiled warmly. "No rush. Take your time."
She sent him a grateful smile and proceeded over to place his order. Once the order went through she then headed over to make his coffee, which was fairly easy considering it was black. As she poured the caffeine over a glass of ice Monica, one of her coworkers, walked up to her.
"He's cute."
"Who's cute?" Elsa asked absentmindedly.
"Your customer. Table ten."
Elsa finished with the drink and glanced up. She quickly looked over to him as she placed his coffee on a small tray.
"I guess so." She shrugged her shoulders indifferently.
Monica let out an exaggerated scoff. "Oh please. He's gorgeous. You can't deny that, Elsa."
Elsa grabbed a straw and placed it next to the drink. She rolled her eyes at her boy-crazy coworker. "Monica, you think almost every guy is gorgeous."
"True," She admitted easily. "But he really is quite handsome."
Elsa spared a small smile. "Then why don't you go tell him yourself?"
It was Monica's turn to roll her eyes. "Oh, Elsa, you have much to learn. I would, but I can tell he fancies someone else."
Elsa looked over confusingly. "How? You haven't even talked to him, let alone know him."
Monica smiled knowingly. "Woman's intuition. That and he hasn't stopped staring at you."
Elsa couldn't help but steal a glance over towards the man. Realizing he had been caught, he quickly looked down at his table, suddenly finding the placemat fascinating. All this went straight over Elsa's head.
"You're being ridiculous, Monica." She said as she strutted past her to give the man his drink. "And Anna wonders why I don't gossip." She muttered under her breath.
She walked over and gently placed his drink down in front of him. He smiled in thanks and then refused to look over at her.
"Something wrong?" Elsa asked. There's no way I got his coffee wrong. How can you mess up black coffee?
He shook his head. "No, nothing. I'm sorry. It's just, I kinda feel like an idiot." He said honestly.
"Beg your pardon?"
"Your friend caught me staring. I don't want you to think I'm a creeper or anything."
Elsa turned to see Monica smiling mischievously. Shouldn't she be working? She returned her attention to her customer with slight enjoyment in the fact Monica was wrong. "It's alright. If I'm being honest, she was talking about you. I could call her over if you wish."
The man visibly reddened, but for an entirely different reason than Elsa thought. He hurriedly declined. "No, no. It's fine."
Elsa nodded her head and walked off to check on her other tables. Must be shy.
Unnoticed by Elsa, the man groaned and rested his head on the table. "Well, you screwed that one up, Gregor."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Now, I have reasons as to why this chapter is so short. Firstly, I am testing out Gregor. I get paranoid with OCs, especially when placing one with characters that already exist and are loved by many. That being said, feedback on this particular chapter would be greatly appreciated. Secondly, because I am testing him out, I didn't wanna make this chapter too long.
Now I know what I have provided here doesn't give us much in regards to Gregor's personality. That is because if I find people don't really favor him, I can easily write him off in the next chapter. What I can tell you, if you haven't already guessed, is that he is a gentlemen, but exceptionally awkward and shy at times. I also made Elsa oblivious because even though she can very analytical and attentive to detail, I feel as though she would be the type to be completely blind to anything concerning romance. This would be true in the movie universe as well considering she was isolated from people for thirteen years.
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