"Hello?"

"Hello… this is Romeo."

"Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone…" Chloe winked as she reached out a hand toward Beca mid-chorus.

Beca rolled her dark blue eyes at her best friend, currently on one knee in front of her. "You are so weird."

"…Baby just say yes…" Chloe's grin deepened and she shook her bright red curls as she finished the lyrics. Nearly four years since she'd first seen the dark-haired girl and Beca was as oblivious as ever.

A long awkward pause. "Chloe?"

"Hey, Beca" The name still feels sweet on her tongue, in spite of… everything. "How are things in Detroit?"

Chloe hears a sigh and can imagine the brunette shrugging on the other end of the line. "Well it's not Los Angeles, but hey this is the home of the Motown sound, right?"

"Look, Chlo, I'm going to be late for my flight." Beca yanked her arm away from Chloe's fingers, but her features softened when she noticed the tears in the redhead's eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't you think we should, you know, talk about it?" Chloe waited watching thoughts flicker across midnight blue eyes, wishing she could read them, hoping…

"There's nothing to talk about," Beca's put on a forced smile, the kind Chloe hadn't seen since that first year and she knew in her hear the words were a lie. "Copenhagen was…" Beca's voice caught. "We had just won and that stuff you said at camp, and the alcohol… it's just not who I am."

"And last Saturday?" Chloe was going for sultry and playful, but somehow it turned hard on the way to her lips.

"I have to go."

"I… still have the mixes you made for me" Chloe was losing her nerve and she could hear it in her own voice. "That's all you left behind."

"You should probably burn those," Beca's laugh is dark, empty. "It's not like I was ever going to be a producer anyway. Mrs. Jesse Swanson is good enough for me."

Chloe knew that the brunette didn't mean it, but pushing had never gotten her anywhere, at least not since Beca lost the record deal and decided to go all Stepford wife. The redhead worried her lip pondering what to say next.

"I saw you last week" Beca's voice came both whispered and rushed, shaking Chloe from her thoughts.

Chloe waited for more words, something, anything to let her know what that meant, how Beca felt. When she realized the words weren't coming, she took a deep breath.

"Becawww!" The voice in the background raked over Chloe's nerves. "Um, yeah so say hi to Aubrey for me," Beca's voice suddenly shifted.

Chloe frowned and for a moment she didn't speak. The sound of her own breath, her own heartbeat started to fill up the hotel room. She hated where this was going, never imagined herself being "that girl", but she didn't move across the country to leave the words unspoken. "If you want me, you can call me, you know where I'll be." She quickly hung up the phone and stared into the darkness aching for one more touch.

For now, she was alone.