Chloe hated her job sometimes, like when they had her working midnights. No one came to get waffles at three in the morning, but they needed someone with more than two weeks of experience working. The customers who did show up were drunk frat boys, or truckers, and Jace seemed to take more interest in watching her or Stacie that actually cooking the food. The only thing she found to look forward to was the mysterious girl who always sat in the corner, ordered her hashbrowns covered and drank nothing but water. She was quiet, she always had a book, and she was a good tipper - especially on the nights where the other customers were vocal about their own rudeness.

She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about the tiny woman. Her hair was always perfectly pulled back, held up in a tight bun. Her clothes, while usually just a shirt, jeans and some sneakers, seemed almost brand new every single time. She showed up four times a week, always at four in the morning, and always with a smile. She would be gone by five, and Chloe found her thoughts following her home when her shift ended at six. Conversations never seemed to happen with her, it was to the point where she would sit down and Chloe would bring her water, and a few minutes later, her food.

Stacie, who usually had theories about every single person that came in, was drawing nothing but a blank when it came to the mystery woman. She looked too young to be out that late on her own, but there was something about the way she carried herself that made her seem older. Chloe had turned almost as red as her hair the night Stacie walked over to the table and sat down across from the brunette, who set her book down and looked up, a smirk hinting at the corner of her mouth. The redhead moved to the end of the counter, just within earshot.

"Alright, you come in here at the same time almost every single night. You have your book. We know your order. What is your secret? Do you even have a name?" Stacie asked, leaning forward.

The smaller woman matched her pose, the smirk turning into a smile. "If I told you my secret, it wouldn't really be a secret, would it?" she asked. For a split second, Chloe thought she saw those blue eyes turn towards her before she head the voice again. "Beca."

Seemingly pleased, Stacie removed herself from the booth and nudged Chloe as she walked past. The woman - Beca - dropped a twenty on the table and threw a small wave to Chloe as she left. There was something else to the story, and Chloe was bound and determined to figure out what it was.