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prompt: "i'm a famous music producer and you're my new assistant who's really shy but always buys me flowers and coffee and leaves cute messages for me. i want to talk to you properly but you always excuse yourself" au

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Beca rushes through the doors of BM Records; she's officially running late. She glosses over the fact that she's nearly always late, and focuses instead on not tripping over her own feet as she's so prone to doing.

A black americano is being pushed into her hand before she has a chance to look round. When she finally does — definitely after taking a large gulp of the coffee — she finds her own navy eyes connecting with startling blue ones.

Her breath is knocked out of her for a couple of seconds before she offers the girl a smile. "Chloe, right?" She asks, scanning her eyes over a kind, pretty face and gorgeous ginger curls.

The girl nods, her silky curls bouncing softly as she does so. Beca can't quite grasp how gorgeous Chloe actually is, so she just offers her another smile before quickly rushing to her office.

Beca tries not to think of Chloe's adorable smile and gorgeous figure as she replies to her emails, but she can't get the girl out of her mind. She decides to do some mixing, needing to lose herself in her music.

Chloe pauses outside Beca's office, watching fondly as the brunette bobs her head to the music, the headphones practically swallowing her head.

She needs to alert the producer of a meeting she has in half an hour, but Beca looks so engrossed in her music that Chloe doesn't want to disturb her. It definitely has nothing to do with the fact that she's a nervous wreck around Beca.

She shudders as she thinks back to her disaster of an interview, and wonders why she was even chosen. Nevertheless, she's here now, and she really needs to gather the courage to talk to Beca, otherwise it's going to be her fault the producer misses a meeting.

Knocking on the door is definitely not going to work, but the prospect of touching Beca is making her anxious. Chloe swallows thickly and approaches the producer, trying not to think about how her hands are becoming clammy.

Nervously, she taps Beca's shoulder firmly, hoping the woman will feel it and turn round. Luckily, she does. The brunette pauses the music and slips her headphones down to her neck, swivelling round in her chair as she does so.

"Yes?" Beca stares at Chloe expectantly, admiring her electric eyes and smooth skin as she does so.

The redhead realises she actually has to speak, and proceeds to stutter out what she has to say. "Uh, Miss Mitchell, I um, just wanted to let you know that, uh, that you have a meeting in about h-half an hour." Her voice is shaking terribly and she really hopes Beca doesn't notice, but it's clear from the soft smile on her face that she does.

"You can call me Beca, Chloe," the brunette says gently, placing a hand on the smooth skin of Chloe's wrist. The girl jumps a little at the contact, and Beca retracts her hand quickly. "Thanks for letting me know."

She rises from her desk and quickly leaves her office, a little worried that she's upset Chloe. She only touched her wrist; she hadn't meant to frighten her.

Chloe stares after Beca, her wrist still tingling from the contact.

Chloe wants to do something nice for Beca; she doesn't know why. She suspects it's got something to do with the raging crush she now has on the producer, but she tells herself it's because she wants to be a good assistant.

So, during her lunch break, she takes a trip to the local florist and picks up a beautiful bouquet of flowers. She can't help herself, so she buys a box of donuts from the bakery too.

Chloe ignores that fact she's just spent $30 on a woman she barely knows.

When she arrives back, she puts the flowers and donuts on Beca's desk, and even considers writing a little note. It would be weird not to, right?

With shaking hands, she writes a little note for Beca, and places it on the donut box. Then, with one last glance at the producer's desk she rushes to her own and begins filling out paperwork. She definitely wants to be out of the way when Beca returns from her meeting.

Beca trudges into her office, yawning tiredly. The meeting had dragged on for way longer than necessary, and she'd practically fallen asleep.

She stops in her tracks when she sees a large bouquet on her desk, along with a box of donuts. The sight alone brings a smile to her face, and she wonders who they're from.

She ignores the little whisper at the back of her brain, willing it to be Chloe.

Picking up the note taped to the donuts, she scans it, eyes lighting up as she does so.

Beca,

I hope you like the flowers and donuts! I hope you're having a great day, and your meeting wasn't too boring! Enjoy!

Chloe :) xoxoxox

Beca tries not to think about the kisses after Chloe's name, and the cute heart doodles on the paper, and instead thinks about how adorable it is for Chloe to do such a thing.

The brunette looks out of her office at the redhead's desk, finding the woman studiously typing away at her computer. Determined to thank her, she marches out to talk to her.

"Chloe," she says, approaching her assistants desk. "I just wanted to thank you for the flowers and donuts." Beca smiles gently at the girl, who blushes furiously.

"Uh, that's okay," she says, scratching the back of her neck nervously. "I, um, have to go get something from, uh, the printer." And with that, Chloe stands from her desk and rushes off, her cheeks warm and her palms sweaty.

Beca stares after her, wondering what she's done to make Chloe so nervous.

She's determined to find out.