Begin Again | Idina Menzel/Kristen Bell fanfic

Chapter one

The sunlight that came through the window that morning was barely strong to bath the carpeted floor, peeping between the grey clouds that covered the sky that morning. A brunette yawned in her seat, her clothes matching the colors from the outside scenario and complementing the inside decoration among the lilac flowers in a corner and fancy paintings hanging on the walls.

It was the third meeting with her divorce lawyer only this week, spending hours and hours sitting in a cold office in the seventh floor of the most expensive law firm in New York city and, despiste the luxury, Idina couldn't help but wish the time to go faster or the case to be finished soon. If it were up to her she could have finished the whole procedure in the first meeting, agreeing to split all her goods with her husband, wanting to not care about his existence in the first second after she'd left the room.

Yet she was still here, trapped like a pathetic mouse in an insufferable cage.

"Do you understand?" the voice of her lawyer made her go back to the real world, shaking her head.

"Huh?" Idina hummed, wrinkling a small piece of paper under her hands. She was tired and she still needed to meet her husband and his layer, her stomach sank when she saw the time on the clock in front of her, barely 9 past 15 in the morning.

"Taye wants to countermand, apparently has some proof that he bought the beach house with 75% of his money, not with 25% like we are stating".

"It is important? I don't visit Long Island that frequently anymore, and is better pay a hotel room rather than take care of a whole condo". She sighed, running her hands back down her brown hair, "Can we at least take a break? Louise, I'm tired and barely could ate this morning. If I meet Taye on this state then I'd have to be sued by murder instead".

Louise laughed, closing the folder in front of her and taking a look on her phone, checking her emails. She always loved the unique way Idina had to say the right things without lose the maturity of any conversation.

Getting up off her seat she walked around the room, standing near to the big window that offered a majestic view of the city.

"There's a coffee shop just right there", she noticed, pointing to it with her long nails painted in electric blue, "Why you don't go to grab something and then we could continue?"

Coffee seemed like a good option for her.

The first thing that caught her attention was the minimalist decoration in the walls, coffee recipes written in chalkboard of different colors that gave the place a more warm vibe.

The second was the blonde attending the counter, taking and writing the orders with a vibrant smile on her face that also made her eyes shine. Idina took her place at the end of the queue, taking mental note of the multiple options that the place offered but without take off her eyes from the woman, her hands suddenly shaking with nervousness.

Her turn finally came and soon she found herself speechless, internally biting her cheek when the blonde announced the characteristic welcome phrase.

"Good morning, and welcome to Vaniville Town. What I can get to you?"

She couldn't talk back, not when her eyes - that soon Idina discovered to be an unique mix of blue with a little hint of grey - were focused on her, hidden behind blonde locks that fell from her tight ponytail in a mess that Idina found excessively cute.

"Aren't you from here, right? I would have had recognize your face", the sound of her voice made her go back to reality.

Uhhh . "I... I live in Tribeca". Good job, asshole. You can't even answer a simple question right.

"Wow, you're quite far from home, foreigner ", she blinked, offering a sincere smile.

Idina couldn't help but laugh at the emphasis she put on the word 'foreigner', her cheeks turned red at this point as well as her whole face. She tried to focus on the multiple options the place offered, conveniently written in the wall behind the enthusiastic employee, picking up the first one her mouth could easily pronunciate without mess up with the words but increasing her blush by noticing the speed at which she said the phrase.

Idina almost melt when the blonde pouted her lips, a sad-like expression in her face. If she was overreacting or faking it Idina didn't want to know, looking back to make sure there wasn't a long line behind her and sighing relieved to be alone in front of the counter.

"Sorry, we ran out of mangoes and our provider had hard time to deliver it this morning, furthermore I can't offer you that frappe", the blonde clenched her hands into fists almost if she were blaming herself, "I can offer you a coupon, and if you like also suggest a different drink".

"What do you have?", Idina brightly asked, brushing an imaginary lock of hair behind her ear.

The barista's expression then lighted up, grabbing a small menu near to her, pointing to one of the different options displayed, smiling in the process.

"Caramel macchiato, is my... ehm, our speciality".

"Yours?", she raised an eyebrow, leaning into the counter.

"It was the first coffee I learnt to make, let's say it, correctly", she giggled, the action making her look younger. Idina concluded she was barely 28 years old, "and the caramel syrup, I don't think a sane person could say no to it".

"I'll take that then, I trust you, don't disappoint me", probably it was the first time in months after her divorce began that she smiled sincerely, not by courtesy or to pretend she was doing it okay. And Idina was grateful that the blonde woman was the one that caused that reaction. "A large one, and a chocolate muffin", she pointed to the pastries displayed near to them.

"Okay! That would be $7.99"

Idina handed the cash, her hands trembling as the blonde's fingers brushed hers. She almost lose it at the expression in the her face after she told her to keep the change, using a 20 dollar bill to pay a simple coffee was something she wouldn't care about, shaking subtly her head when she tried to give some money back.

"Alright! Can I get your name?" she then reached for a green sharpie and a paper cup.

"Idina".

The barista then scribbled her name on it, quickly turning away to make the drink. She found herself staring lovingly at every of her actions, from her hands squeezing the caramel bottle to her teeth softly biting her own lips when she placed the order in front of her, probably hoping that she had made the recipe exactly how she remembered about.

"Here you go, I hope you enjoy it", she stared into the brunette's eyes, "and thanks for coming to Vaniville Town".

"Thanks to you".

While heading to the door she looked back to the blonde, taking another order without even notice she was being observed. Idina took mental note of her voice and face, smiling when she saw her bite her lips again and making her, unconsciously, bite her owns.

For sure she would visit this place again.