Hot Cocoa

"Good morning!" Jesse called cheerfully, as Beca shuffled towards the station, her hat pulled down over her ears and her cheeks rosy red. "Merry Christmas!"

"Look, I love Christmas", she informed him, pushing the door open for them. "But you are on a whole new level my friend. It's December two".

"Aw, see I told you we'd be become best friends! Best friends and or lovers", he nodded, holding out the takeaway cup. "Here you go Bec".

"What's this?" she said, almost suspiciously.

"Hot cocoa!" he said with a grin wide enough to crack his face in half. "Don't fret Bec, just drink it".

Somehow, and Beca didn't know when, but Jesse had taken to bringing the two of them coffee in the mornings. And in turn, she'd do the afternoon shift. But it had been two days since their last shift together,

"They've got the Christmas cups out, have they?"She raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of the warm drink and smiling a little.

The bright red takeaway cups with holly prints had made Jesse's day so much better. And he had told the little old lady who served him every morning at the cafe, who had grinned at him ("this will make your little friend happy", she had told him with a smile).

"Everything tastes better in a Christmas cup", he informed her.

"Dude it's barely December".

"Dude I don't care". Jesse grinned at her and Beca tried to bite back her smile. "Hey, she was right!"

"Wait, what?" Beca took another sip, sitting it on the bench.

"Never mind". He grinned. "You've got another seventeen days of holiday themed cups, Bec".

"Better brace myself", she said, with only the slightest hint of sarcasm.