Baby Blue (Elizabeth Olsen)

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The next morning I woke up, only this time it was in the comfort of my own bed and not the sofa. I roll over and see my fiancé sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling softly. The soft sound of his snoring the only noise present in the room.

I roll back over, taking a deep breath out. Today I have to do another interview for WIRED. I don't really known much about it, all I know is that I look at the most searches of my name on google and answer them, I think. But again, that's all I really know about it.

I get out of bed carefully, making sure not to wake Robbie.

After all the fighting was said and done, we ended up consoling and for once in a we went to bed, together, and managed to get through the whole night.

I grab a towel and head to the bathroom. I get in the shower and turn the nob to the cold side. I don't know what it is or how the habit started, but having in the cold shower always wakes me up, and is a good way to start the day.

Once I finished washing I get out and dry myself off. I then walk over to the closet, the only sound in the house the sound of Robbie breathing, and decide what to wear.

After a couple of minutes of choosing between pants and a skirt I go with the pants. To complete it, I throw on a white t-shirt and a long black blazer. Once dressed I go downstairs to dry off my hair.

After that I move to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast, but I'm not that hungry and I haven't gotten shopping yet so we don't have much food. And then a thought pops into my head.

The coffee shop. And more importantly, the coffee shop girl. The girl in the baby blue. I check the time on my phone and see that it's probably open by now.

I sling on some shoes and head out, leaving Robbie. I know he's probably going to wake up and interrogate me when I get back, but I don't really care. I'm telling him the truth.

Once I get to the street a thousand thoughts bounce around my head. What's her name? What does she do for a living? Does she have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Is she gay?

And before I know it I'm at the traffic lights, and crossing. I press the lights and cross when it says walk. I look over at the window, and funnily enough there she is. Peacefully drawing on her little notepad.

Her eyes being shielded from the sun by the familiar baby blue cap.

I walk into the shop with a bing, and walk up to the counter.

"Morning Elizabeth, do I even have to ask?" Deborah asks, I shake my head and she turns around to make my drink. While she does I turn around to better look at the girl.

She is concentrated on her pad, as usual, but she looks a little ill. The tip of her nose is red and it looks like she has a sniffle. A cold maybe.

From here I struggle to see the drawing but it looks like a the hills of Hollywood. I can see the rough outlines of the word. And it's just a sketch but it's amazing already. She's really talented.

I wonder if she's an artist.

"Here you go Elizabeth." Deborah says and I quickly turn around to pay the lady. I tap my card on the machine and wait for it to say 'approved'. Once it does I take the cup, give Deborah a smile and turn to leave.

But right behind me is her. The girl.

I smile upwards at her, as she's a little taller than me at full height. She returns the smile, the little dimples on her cheeks are adorable.

"Hi." She says, breaking me out of our little eye contact. I can hear that she has some sort of cold because the sound of her voice, it sounds like she has a blocked nose.

"H-Hi." I stutter, this girl is so gorgeous that I choke on my own words. "Yeah, I err, I saw your drawing. It's really good." I mutter, a little nervously. I've never been a very social person, let alone when I'm around someone this attractive.

"Oh, thank you. I'm [Y/N] by the way. And you are?"

"Im Elizabeth. Elizabeth Olsen." I reply, a little sheepishly.

"That's a beautiful name." She says. She extends her hand, which I shake... for a little too long. When I realise I drop it instantly and look at the floor in embarrassment.

She laughs adorably and looks down at the floor, then up at my eyes. Every time I look at her deep blue eyes I feel like the butterflies in my heart are trying to interact with the ones in her eyes.

I blush, feeling my cheeks go red I quickly look down, slightly embarrassed. Why do I gave these feelings? Never before have I questioned wether I like girls or not, and yet seeing this girl only twice has caused a whole heap of alien emotions.

"I should probably get going." I break us out of our stare when I realise that we're in the middle of the coffee shop.

"Ah, yes. Well, it was nice meeting you." She says with a smile, and before I know it she's ordering a muffin and I'm off to my interview. What a pleasant interaction, but the thing that stood out to me was the fact that she didn't know my name.

Most of the time people are all over me, asking for photos and autographs. But not her, she didn't even know I was famous, or I like to think that I am.

So either I'm not as well known as I thought I was, or she didn't recognise me. Either way, I doubt that anyone living in LA wouldn't know who I am. And weirdly enough, I liked it. I felt like a person again and not just a celebrity, who people like to pictures of or create false story's about.

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"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Olsen, and this is my WIRED Auto Complete Interview." I introduce myself as the camera rolls. I've never done this interview before, clearly but I've seen other people just throw the boards and it looks really fun so I might do that.

The whole time I'm doing it I'm aware that I can't give away anything that could cost me my job. Gotta watch for spoilers.

"Is Elizabeth Olsen..." I rip off the little piece of paper covering the word, "scarlet witch? That's more of a meta question I guess." I answer.

"Is Elizabeth Olsen... in Avengers 4?" I cannot answer that so instead I raise my eyebrows and shrug as I smile at the camera. I hear a couple of laughs from the camera crew as I move onto the next question.

"Is Elizabeth Olsen...left handed? No, but thank you for thinking that I'm one of those gifted, more creative people." I say, I think along with green eyes that being left handed is cool.

"Is Elizabeth Olsen...engaged? Yes. I. Am. His name is Robbie and I love him very much." I say and smile right into the lens. It's not a lie, we are engaged but I hide the fact that we're going through a rough patch.

"Is Elizabeth Olsen... gay?" I don't know why, but my heart stopped for a second. I answer quickly to dismantle the weird thoughts going on in my head. "I think the last answer answers that question." I say and throw the board behind me, and with it the thought of [Y/Y].

A/N: Hope you like this. What's going on with Lizzie? Feelings already?

What's the prologue about?

~M~

Electric Blue- It's a color that represents the bright glow of lightning and electric sparks, as well as the color of ionized argon gas.

In popular culture, electric blue is associated with the star sign Aquarius.