A/N: Going with yes on Beca's perspective for general ~feel~. Also, I definitely remembered to proofread this time.

And yes, I'm definitely taking on the 'raincloud/sunshine' thing that Kendrick talked about recently.


Beca Mitchell wasn't exactly having the greatest start to her day. Okay, so she'd waltzed into Disneyland, of all places, for breakfast just after 9am. She merely tapped her annual pass band (that she'd managed to get her mother to pay for) to get through the gates, and she'd spent the drive here listening to the completed demo of a new track she'd recorded with Seven Keys a week or so ago – but Jesse was late.

Again.

He was meant to meet her outside the park at 8:50, but Beca had parked at 8:54 – exactly, she checked – sweating about her own delay, only to check her phone and see a message that he'd be "a bit late, just go sit down". Beca took the opportunity to choose to sit at a different café to the one they'd decided on the night before, more out of spite than anything else (and, okay, the outdoor gazebo table was beautiful and in the sun where the other café was in the shade, but Beca took pride in being a perpetual raincloud and liked to keep those thoughts to herself).

The waitress recognised Beca (and so, she thought, did a redhead on a table slightly further into the café) and let her sit there for twenty minutes having only ordered a single orange juice before asking her if she was going to order anything.

"I'm sorry…" Beca started, trying to come up with a lie, "I was meant to meet my boyfriend here but he's got really caught up somewhere, he should be here in a minute, we'll order then."

In truth, Jesse hadn't provided an excuse, he was just late. Beca sighed quietly to herself and spun the now two-thirds-empty glass of juice around on the table, glancing at all the people around her. Lots of families, as there always were at Disney – and the redhead. She was sitting with two blondes, one of them loudly rushing through sentences that Beca half-heartedly tried not to eavesdrop on, aided by the accent of the girl that she couldn't quick pick out. She almost wished redhead had gone on the recognition that seemed to flash across her face when Beca first sat down and came over to ask for a picture or something, at least so Beca could have something to distract her from this situation.

"Hey babe," Jesse finally arrived a few minutes later, just as Beca had got her head around the louder blonde's accent – Australian, or New Zealand, she thinks – and started listening to her rant about teacup rides. Beca waited for Jesse to say more, but he didn't.

"You going to sit down?" she asked, instead, looking up at him.

"Uh… would you be cool with moving back over there?" he asks, and Beca considers arguing, given there was literally no point to his suggested move, but… It's Disney. She doesn't want to further this weird tension with Jesse, she wants it to be gone. So, she puts on a smile and nods, motioning over a waitress to request they move to the other table before placing their orders. Beca makes sure their breakfast is uneventful from then on in, quietly stealing glances at the three girls on the table to her right. They look like they're having fun, and Beca tries to convince herself that she is too, as she listens to Jesse talk about a new movie about space or… something.

Beca thought they were going to stay at Disney for a while after breakfast – sue her, she likes rollercoasters – but Jesse mentions as they finish their meals that he needs to head somewhere for a meeting with a client.

"Oh, you didn't mention you had a new one?" Beca asks, genuinely interested, and he shrugs.

"Not important. I should get going soon, anyway, are you right to go?" Jesse responds, and Beca is mildly taken aback by how quickly he brushes off her question – although, maybe he's just crazy busy this morning. And he did still manage to make breakfast with her, at least for a while. He has to get some good points for that.

Still, Beca stews on her own car ride back to her parent's place. A week ago she'd been talking to Jesse about how maybe now that they were both past their school years (granted, Beca dropped out of school when Seven Keys suddenly became popular about the same time Jesse graduated 18 months ago), and they'd been together for three years, maybe they should move in to a new place together. It was a conversation full of care and mutual understanding, but Beca felt zero of that care from her boyfriend today. Or yesterday when she was at his place and could barely get a full sentence out of him.

Maybe Jesse was just busy at the moment. He was, after all, an increasingly successful composer – he was (paid! God, Beca was jealous…) interning with a genuine movie production company in their sound department, and he'd ascended from mere intern to actually helping write music in less than twelve months, to the point that he had his own clients, like the one today. In all honesty, even if he wasn't super attentive right now, Jesse was perfect for Beca. Although she didn't exactly share his love of movies, they had a shared interest in music generally. He was polite. Her parents liked him. They'd known each other so long they knew almost everything about each other, and they'd been together for so long that anything else would just be weird. And that was probably why they sometimes didn't feel together at the moment, anyway – it was just so normal that Beca was entirely used to it. And that was okay.

So, Beca got home and retreated to her bedroom to analyse the demo she was sent before talking to her bandmates about it, reminding herself that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her life. Even if she still kind of wished that by some chain of events, she'd ended up spending her day at Disney with that random redhead and her friends.