Jemma kept her attention on the seating chart. She took her dry erase marker and crossed off the table where she just sat. A small smile played on her lips as she thought of the reaction Fitz would have to what just happened. Even though it didn't mean that much to her, he would absolutely die.

She had to admit that Skye was much prettier in person. She would be sure to stress that point to Fitz as well just to see him squirm. Maybe she would tell him that she asked her name as well. Her brow furrowed as she realized where her thoughts had drifted too. If she didn't know herself any better, she would think she was doing a bit of fangirling herself.

Jemma placed the cap back on the marker and set it down. She raised her head and felt the surprise skip of her heart in her chest. She jumped a tiny bit and covered her chest with her hand. "Oh, hello." she greeted as Skye simply stared at her with a quizzical expression. She tilted her head slightly, matching Skye's expression. "Is there something wrong with your table?"

Skye shook her head.

The silent response only caused Jemma's confusion to grow. "Well, then...is there something I can help you with?"

"Actually, there is." Skye responded, running a quick hand through her hair. "You can answer a question for me."

"Alright..."

"Did I offend you somehow?"

"Uh, no, I don't believe so."

Skye leaned forward on the podium, her hands dangerously close to Jemma's. "Then how come you're not a fan?" The adorable smile crept slowly across her lips.

Jemma ignored the sudden shutter in her stomach and cleared her throat. "Is that really bothering you?"

Skye gave a small shrug. She raised her hand making a small gesture with her fingers. "A little bit."

Jemma released a small chuckle and shook her head. "It's not personal."

Skye's smile brightened at the sound of her laugh. She liked it. She made a mental note to somehow make her do it again before this conversation was through. "It sounds a little personal." she teased, folding her hands together on the podium. "Is it me?"

Jemma made a face. "I don't even know you."

Skye raised an eyebrow. "Well, we'll definitely have to change that at some point."

Jemma could feel the blush rising up her neck and filling her cheeks. She pressed her lips together and ducked her head. A nervous giggle escaped her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. When she raised her head again, Skye was staring at her again. The smile bright and wide across her face.

"Is it my music?" she questioned causing Jemma to scrunch her nose. She couldn't get over how adorable this girl was. She nodded slowly, humming quietly. "Ah, okay, you don't like my music."

"It's not that it's bad, really. It's just-" Jemma paused, releasing a small sigh. "It's my roommates fault, actually. He loves you. He blasts your music daily and after awhile it just gets-"

"Annoying?"

Jemma chuckled again. "A tiny bit."

Skye walked around the podium and Jemma's eyes followed her the whole way. She stood next to Jemma, leaning against the podium. She was so close, Jemma could smell her shampoo. She unconsciously took in a deep breath, enjoying the mix of coconut and vanilla.

"I feel like I need to make this up to you." Skye said, a flirtatious tone lacing her words.

"Really?" Jemma found herself leaning against the podium as well. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?" Her internal voice questioned what she was doing. Was she seriously flirting with this girl who, just this morning, she had no interest in even meeting?

Skye smirked at her tone. She inwardly chuckled when she saw Jemma nervously straighten up when she realized what she was doing. "Well, I'm having a party saturday night." When Jemma inched back, she took another step closer. "Kind of a welcome home, enjoy your break type thing." She touched Jemma's arm. "You should come."

Jemma's eyes widened a bit and she shook her head slowly. "Oh, I-I don't know.." Her face scrunched adorably once more. "I don't really go out a lot. I usually work on weekends and I have this graduation performance I need to constantly rehearse and-" Her words went silent when Skye grabbed her hand.

"It sounds like a party is exactly what you need then." She picked up a pen from Jemma's work station. "I'll even let you bring your roommate so you won't feel awkward showing up solo." She brought the pen to her mouth, pulling the cap off with her teeth and wrote her phone number on Jemma's hand. She grinned as she placed the cap back on the pen and put it down. "Text me with both your names and I'll send you my address and make sure you're on the list." She continued to hold the girls hand as she flashed her a pleading look. "Okay?"

Jemma found herself becoming lost in those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. "Alright." she agreed before she could stop herself.

"Excellent." Skye replied, happily. If it was even possible, her smile brightened even more. She looked deeply into Jemma's eyes, finally picking up on the soft hazel color. They were just as beautiful as she was. She could see Ward waving his hands frantically from the corner of her eye. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I have to go. I'm causing people to starve."

Jemma just nodded.

Skye slowly released her hand. "I'll be waiting for your text." She tossed her a wink and walked back to her table...

"You met her!?" Fitz exclaimed, following Jemma into her bedroom. "What did she say? Is she just as pretty in person? Is she nice? How tall is she?"

Jemma turned to her roommate as she dropped her jacket on her bed. "Breathe, Fitz." she requested, raising her hands to signal for him to calm down.

Fitz furrowed his brow and stepped closer to her. He grabbed her wrist and looked at the markings on her hand. "What is this?" he asked, pointing at the numbers written on her hand.

Jemma blushed instantly. "It's, uh.. well, she.."

His eyes went wide and his jaw slacked. "Is this her phone number?"

A sheepish expression covered her face. She bit her lip and gave him a small nod.

Fitz released a loud bark of disbelief. "Oh, I hate your damn luck!" He released her hand and shook his head. His hands rested on his hips as he raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to call her?"

Jemma shrugged. "I don't know. She wants me to text her our names because she's having a party-"

"She invited us to a party!?" Fitz brought his hands to his head. "Oh, Jemma, we have to go!" He rushed toward her, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'm begging you. Please text her. I need to meet her."

Jemma's brow knitted together. "Fitz, I don't have time to go to a party." She stammered over a few words trying to gather her thoughts. "I have rehearsal for my graduation performance and then I-"

"Please, Jemma." He pouted, pushing her bottom lip out as far as possible. "You work so hard every day. Your performance will be fine. Let's go to the party!" He flashed her an adorable puppy dog expression. "Please?"

She stared at her friend and felt her resolve starting to slip. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Alright, Fitz." she breathed. "I'll text her tonight."

Fitz did his best not to squeal. He pulled her into a large hug and lifted her off the ground. "Thank you, Jemma!" He placed her back down and patted her shoulder. "But, you should do it now."

"Now?"

Fitz nodded. "Right now." He waved his hand, ushering for her to grab her phone and dial.

Jemma sat down on her bed. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and stared at her hand. It wasn't easy to text someone you'd just met. It made it even harder considering how famous this person was. She must have been staring at her hand for several minutes because Fitz nudge her hand, breaking her stare.

"Go on." he ordered, waving his hands at her.

"Alright, Fitz. Don't rush me."

She took in a deep breath then slowly released it. She typed in the number then wrote her message. "Hello, Skye. This is Jemma... from the hostess from the restaurant." She hesitated for a brief moment before finally sending the message.

Jemma jumped when her phone vibrated in her hand. That was quick. Fitz quickly took a seat next to her and looked over her shoulder. Part of her wanted to push him away and keep the conversation private, but she decided against it. If she hid something from him then it would seem like she was more interested in talking to her than she was letting on. That was a realization she would like to keep to herself for the time being.

"Hey! I didn't expect to hear from you so soon :)"

Jemma stared at the response, mulling over the words in her head. She turned to Fitz. "Do you think that means I moved too quickly? Maybe I should have waited."

Fitz rolled his eyes and reached for her phone. "Let me do this. You obviously can't respond without overthinking it."

Jemma held her phone out of his reach. "I've got this, Fitz." She nudged him away and began to type. " :) Well, if your offer still stands, my roommate and I would love to attend your party. I mean, if you were serious about us coming."

"Of course I was serious! I would really like to see you again. Maybe have a longer conversation. You know, get to know each other outside of my annoying music :)"

A small smile crossed Jemma's lips. She could feel Fitz hovering over her and pushed him back. "That sounds wonderful..."

"I agree. So, all I need is your full name and his. Then I'll send you my address."

Jemma typed her information into the message and waited patiently. When Skye sent her address, Jemma immediately knew where she was located. It was a quieter part of the city. Hidden away behind guarded fences and high shrubbery. It was the one place you lived when you wanted no one to find you.

"If you can't find it, just text me and I'll give you better directions."

"Oh no, I know where it is. I'm sure Fitz and I will be able to find it with no trouble."

"Awesome. Then I will see you saturday night, Jemma Simmons. :)"

Jemma pressed her teeth into her bottom lip and smiled. Fitz watched his friend and shook his head. He huffed a small laugh causing Jemma to turn her attention in his direction. She furrowed her brow, looking at him curiously.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"You." Fitz responded, standing from the bed. "For someone who didn't want to meet her, you sure are excited about seeing her again."

Jemma gave him a dirty look. "Oh, shut up, Fitz." she ordered as she stood from the bed and pushed him out of her bedroom...