Elsa flicked her wrist, finishing the 'y' in 'Rooty Tooty Fresh N' Fruity' with a flourish. "And how would you like your eggs done?" She briefly glanced up from her notepad.
The pre-teen boy stared at his mom blankly and she interjected on his behalf. "Just scrambled, please."
"Mom! I don't like scrambled."
The mother huffed. "Well then speak up, Arian."
"What other kinds are there?" The young boy turned towards Elsa, his deep brown eyes thoughtful. He had a red baseball cap shoved on his head.
"There's over-medium, over-easy-"
"Over-easy!" he exclaimed.
"Are you sure, hon? It's a bit runny," his mother asked.
"Yup! I've never had them before."
"So, a Rooty Tooty Fresh N' Fruit-" The name rolled awkwardly off of her tongue. "-and Strawberry Pancakes. Anything else?" Elsa asked.
"That's it. Thank you."
Elsa nodded and scurried into the kitchen.
"Where're you going?" A strong hand latched onto her wrist. Elsa spun around to face Adam, his gray eyes turbulent.
"To deliver this order." She tried to snatch her wrist away, but Adam was a good deal stronger than her. "Do you... need something?"
He smirked. "Nah. Not yet." He released her abruptly, leaving a befuddled Elsa in his wake.
She shrugged and continued working. Some people she would never understand. A few hours later, Francine practically had to drag Elsa away from her work to eat. Elsa, frankly, was sick of pancakes. The very sight of those fluffy, golden-brown stacks made her nauseous.
She rummaged through her purse, searching for a snack. Her hand touched cold foil and she picked up the square, its red foil wrapper shining in the light. She practically threw it back into her purse, not having the willpower to throw it into the trash can. After all, it was chocolate. Elsa, sensing Francine's gaze, turned to look at her. Francine had an eyebrow raised as she eyed Elsa's purse.
Elsa cleared her throat. "I wasn't hungry for chocolate."
"I'll say," Francine muttered.
Elsa was grateful that Francine didn't say anything else. Elsa ordered herself a Vegetable Omelet with a meager fruit cup on the side. She skewered the fruit pieces with her fork. An uncooperative grape flew out of her bowl, flying in a graceful arc until it landed with a 'plop' into someone's coffee. Elsa sucked in a breath, her eyes widening. She heard muffled chuckles behind her and knew Francine was desperately trying not to laugh. Elsa shyly approached the customer.
"Excuse me, ma'm." The woman turned towards her, her amber eyes gazing at Elsa. She hadn't even seen the grape, but Elsa's conscience wouldn't allow her to leave the issue alone. "Perhaps I could replace your coffee?"
"What's wrong with it?" The woman frowned and then her eyes widened. "D-does it have salmonella?"
Elsa briefly wondered how it was possible for coffee to have salmonella. "No." Elsa had a sudden vision of the woman taking a sip of coffee and choking and the grape. "I just... Can I give you a refill?"
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Love Thaws: Melting
عاطفيةThree years have passed since Elsa was taken, since Jack vowed to find her. Both of them change over the course of the years, Elsa becomes colder and Jack becomes darker. Elsa has been captured by the Agency of Mutant Detainment, while Jack has beco...
