So this story isn't overly good or thought through, I will continue it so I can keep myself sane. This is the story behind the #hot work girl tag.
Fate had never planned for them to meet. This was never how it was supposed to be. Was it a wrong turn, punishment or just bad luck? Who knows, but the fact remains they met.
This is a love story. But not the one you expect. It was a summer's day when Chloe first saw Beca; it was actually her first day. Not to mention her first job, god she was so nervous but it was at Terrific Nick's at place she often got pizza from so it couldn't be that bad.
Beca was on make, which as you would think is when you make the pizzas. Chloe remembers that first time clear as day and not that she could admit it but Beca does to.
She looked in Chloe's words perfect. Perfect meaning ~ lacking nothing essential to the whole; complete of its nature or kind.
She had no makeup on, glaze of sweat over her face and a determined or more focused look forged on her features. She wasn't clean either, half way through her 3 and a half hour shift she was far from it. The first thing Chloe saw was her eyes, they glanced at her feeling as if she was being watched. Just a glance, maybe a second, she didn't know it yet but Chloe was already hooked.
No words were spoken. For a second they connected, there wasn't a busy pizza store hassling around them it was just two people.
"Beca! Pizza's come on!" Aubrey yelled, moving as fast as she always did saucing some dough.
"Yeah, okay, okay" Beca replied turning back to the make line, returning her focus.
Seconds later 3 phones started ringing, "Chloe phones!" Stacey yelled as she picked one up.
She did and they both didn't notice each other for the rest of the shift, if they were honest either thought anything of it.
Days past and Chloe didn't see the hot work girl and that was fine because she didn't even notice.
Neither are sure when they started getting the same shifts again but one Tuesday they were. Chloe found she getting drawn to the hot girl, by the looks are around the same age as her.
She isn't even sure when she started checking out the other brunette's ass whenever she could but no doubt she was, rather obviously.
And why would you, if you can see you would look at Beca Mitchell's ass, cute in those black shorts and flour hand prints on them, who put them there? We will never know.
Chloe started to look forward more and more to work because the hot work girl of whom she didn't know the name of –but had plan to find out-.
"Call for Beca! Beca!" Chloe yelled out into the store getting parents call was a common occurrence.
The 'hot work girl' as she had some to call her walked directly towards her; slightly taken back she stepped to the side and Beca reached over and picked up the phone.
"Yeah, what?" She answered aggressively like she was annoyed.
Chloe went back to work and forget about it.
But she just couldn't. She just wanted to know this Beca girl, she fascinated her. She wanted to know why she was so focused, why she was the way she was.
Chloe was going to get to know this Beca girl, whether she liked it or not Beca Mitchell was going to be her friend.
So that's my bit.
~Lara Knight