Begin Again | Idina Menzel/Kristen Bell fanfic

chapter 2

"Can I get a large caramel macchiato with extra cream to go please, and a chocolate muffin".

Every wednesday Idina would come to the city to meet with her lawyer, listening to her explanations in boredom while also forcing herself to not daydream in non important topics.

After exact 45 minutes she would ask for a quick break, crossing the street to the coffee shop in which she would make sure the cute blonde was the one behind the counter, waiting impatiently her turn and exchanging a few words with her until it was time to came back to her eternal and boring meetings, waiting for the next wednesday to come faster and start her routine again.

With that she learnt that her name was Kristen, and was way older than she thought she was - 39 and looks that good? -, and that she has been working as barista for less than a year while also working at home as the publicist and editor of some websites, a work high paid that gave her a lot of free time.

Without anything to do at home and not wanting to waste her hours binge watching tv Kristen told her that she enrolled in a barista course, taking the job at the coffee shop soon after the classes finished.

No one is too old to start new things, that was her philosophy, and with that positive mantra she began to came to work everyday at 8 am, loving the smell of fresh coffee beans being pulverized and the diversity of people that used to come for their drinks. Of course Idina was part of that diversity, with her suits way too elegant for that hour and dark brown hair almost always in a ponytail. Kristen loved that characteristic of her and, as the blonde even admitted, she also enjoyed their short but lovely talk, smiling happily every time the brunette crossed the front door.

It was productive for both of them, and soon Idina came to the conclusion that if she must drive to the other end of the city just to talk to the blonde then she would do it without problem, even gladly.

Anything to be able to see her blue eyes again.

"Hey Caramel Macchiato and Chocolate Muffin, with extra cream ", Kristen winked, "the same as usual?"

Idina blushed, brushing her hair to try to hide the reddish tone of her skin with her hands.

"Am I that obvious?"

"Not at all. You just came to the front building each wednesday exact at 7:45 am, then at 9:20 you came here and it takes you twelve minutes to finish your muffin. Then you leave, not without look back and murmur a bye while waving your right hand. Or am I wrong?"

Idina stared at the younger woman, too amazed to even react. Kristen, proudly, blowed her fingers in a gun gesture, smiling at the mesmerized expression of the brunette.

"I think I just shoot my shot", she commented, turning to grab a small paper bag and cup placed behind her, "It just happened that I got your order ready three minutes before you arrive".

"God, what I did to deserve this kind of service?" she joked as she leaned into the counter, placing her forearms on the cold surface. Kristen did the same, silently staring into her eyes before being interrupted by a voice screaming in the behind:

"Kristen, I need you here to order these boxes!"

"Crap, he's my manager. I better go, Caramel Machiatto ".

"You can call me Idina,  you know".

"Yeah, I would prefer not".

And with that she playfully hit her shoulder, sticking her tongue before turn over her heels to head to the kitchen.

Idina stood there for a while, missing the voice of the blonde and, most important, sliding her fingers down her shoulder to recreate the contact again.