Anna Arendelle And Jack Overland: A Short Story

Anna Arendelle and Jack Overland met at a quaint coffee shop called The Royal Café that was one of those brick corner shops, stuck between a beauty salon on the left and a dress boutique on the right. Not many people came in, except those who passed by on their way to or from work that would stop and relax in the always warm, friendly atmosphere and listen to the soft French melodies flowing through the speakers. The walls were a light, cream color that made everything seem open and approachable; in addition, scattered around the room were small, white, round tables accompanied by white chairs containing a Celtic knot design forming the rounded backs.

Anna always loved going to cafés for as long as she could remember; therefore, after her college graduation, she opened up her

“Hi, what can I get for you?” she asked in a chipper voice, her smile wide and bright.

He couldn’t help but feel more relaxed, “What do you suggest?”

Anna was taken back a little; no one had asked her that before. “Um, well the hot chocolate is really good…it’s actually my own recipe,” she smiled, a little more confident now.

“Sounds great to me! I’ll take a medium of your famous hot chocolate please,” he grinned.

She giggled, “It’s not really famous, but coming right up. Name please?” she asked as she grabbed the medium sized cup.

“Jack,” he answered, and Anna nodded with a smile as she began making the hot chocolate mix.

Jack observed as she made it, almost getting lost in the way her hands moved gracefully as she stirred and shook all the ingredients together. She poured the finished drink quickly, yet smoothly, with no drips, into the cup and snapped a lid on; the chorus of clicks letting her know it was secured before handing it off to him, her bright smile still in place.

He smiled back, “Thank you, Anna.”

Her eyes widened a bit, “Wait, how do you know my