A/N: Here’s my cliché, rather cheesy and over done coffee shop!au that I don’t regret writing. Mistakes all mine.

The bell of the shop rings exactly at six in the morning bringing the breakfast crowd. First, walks in the blond guy who works at the animal shelter. I don’t know his name, but he orders the same thing every day. A large cup of medium roast coffee with a splash of soy milk, two pumps of creamer, and a carrot muffin. He’s the only person who buys them. I often sometimes wonder what his job is like and what kind of animals he rescues. Some days he comes in sporting cuts on his cheek others he might have his arm in a sling.

After him is dark roast plain otherwise, know around the shop as rot gut, and a chocolate cream stick with no sugar. I cringe every time he gets one. I mean come on, who in their right mind orders a chocolate cream stick with no sugar. You might as well be eating grass. Of course I serve him with a smile ‘cause I spent a week in sensitivity training because of people like him at my other job. Like I get it some people have diabetes and still want to enjoy chocolate, but this guy is just a picky ass. He’s boring I don’t even take the time to wonder what he does probably a lawyer or something else boring. I’m rambling a habit of mine I can’t seem to control as times. He pays, flirts, offers me dinner, I deny, and he leaves.

The next hour continues on like this a regular comes in they order, I whip it up, they pay, and leave. A few stragglers wonder in over the hours, and I conduct business as usual. I wipe the contour’s, listen to music, and wait for noon. That’s when she comes into the shop the gorgeous and mysterious blonde. She came in one day out of the blue I never once seen her around at all, but once she caught my attention I was under her spell. I don’t even know her name, but her voice, the way she sashays her way over the contour makes my heart flutter, and I feel as if I might swoon from just her gaze. Oh, the way she looks at me with her seductive steely icy eyes. Its like we are the only two people in the world.

Alas, I don’t even know her name, and we’ve never had a real conversation outside apart from coffee and sweet treats. Through to my surprise she never orders the same the thing twice, but asks me what the days special is. I simply whip it and give the cookie or pastry of the day. She leaves after placing a nice tip in the car shaking these hypnotic and tantalizing hips I’d give anything to grab onto them.

The bell rings above the door and there she stands the blonde woman who has taken my heart and is holding captive. Not knowing much about her I often find myself wondering what she does for a living. She could be a notorious assassin getting her afternoon fix before heading to her next target or a spy from a foreign country. Or maybe something a bit more mundane like a CEO of a rich company. Whatever she does I bet it’s simply amazing I mean she’s the body and looks to make the world fall to their knees.

“Anna,” a charming voice calls. Damn, that voice could lure me with false security, but I wouldn’t care. You can crash my ship into rocks anytime majestic siren.

Shaking my head I find myself gazing into light icy blue orbs. My eyes don’t stay there for long as they flicker to a pair of lush purple painted lips. I imagine them touching me all over, my cheeks lips, neck, down to my collarbone and- Feeling my cheeks heat I manage to form a reply, “Sorry, ma'am, what did you say again?”

“I’ll have today’s special, Anna,” she purrs.

“O-of course,” I squeak. I fix her a simple cinnamon caramel frappe and hand her an apple turnover. “Here you go ma'am.”

“Elsa,” she introduced.

I nearly drop her frappe. “Elsa,” I repeat enjoying the way her name passes over my lips.

She chuckles reaching into her purse pulling out a lump of bills, and slipping them into the tip jar. A businesses card falls out landing in front of me. With a shaky hand I pick it up ready to hand it back to her. Of course my eyes couldn’t help but to read what it said. Elsa Arendelle, CEO Arendelle Ice Industries. Before I could read the rest like business hours and her office phone number, she snatches out of my hand. A pale hand grabs a black pen, flipping it over she writes something down, and slides it back over to me. Skimming her finger over the excess whipped topping Elsa places it on my nose. “Thanks for the special, have a great day.”

I contain my excitement until she leaves once again shaking her hips. Once she was out of sight I pump my fist into the air noticing that she wrote down her personal phone number, and call me any time sweetie. My mysterious blonde has a name and she gave me her number. If the world ended I wouldn’t care for my ultimate fantasy came true. Stowing the card to call later I glance at the clock and I groan seeing I still had almost five hours left of my shift. Placing my head on the contour cursing under my breath for knowing I would have to wait forever to call my mysterious blonde named Elsa.