Chloe flipped through the pages of her magazine looking at the faces of current Hollywood. She'd gotten the opportunity to fly on the same aircraft as some of them but she'd rarely gotten to meet them face to face. Now in first class service the chance may present itself more frequently. Even though it's not professional to ask for pictures with the celebrities she would get to see what they look like without their team's influence on their looks. That in itself is pretty exciting in her book. She started to hum Titanium to herself and did a quick check of time to see when she'll have to make another round to check on the passengers.

"That's Titanium, right?"

Chloe looked up to see Beca who, instead of the real estate agent introducing himself as Jeff earlier, was now sitting in the front row leaning forward so she could try and talk to Chloe. Chloe flushed a bit because if Beca could hear the song correctly she was humming louder than she meant to.

"Yeah. You know David Guetta?" Chloe asked, closing the magazine and giving the smaller girl her attention.

"Yeah, Cynthia Rose actually introduced us last week. He's a pretty cool guy for blowing up as big as he has recently. He seems to dabble in everything and the list of artists wanting to work with him is mind blowingly long. He's still really grounded though," Beca said thinking back to the introduction and pretty in depth conversation she had with the man.

"Wow. Okay, I just meant you knew his songs but knowing the man himself is pretty cool too," Chloe said laughing at how the brunette's jaw dropped a little and her eyes widened.

There was that laughter again, triggering eargasms for Beca. She felt the blood rushing up her cheeks by the second.

"Oh wow. I'm totally not one of those name dropping d-bags. I mean, I'm not famous or anything so I don't have that many names to drop, but if I did I totally wouldn't. In fact, when David and I started talking I just rambled on and on about nothing and he finally had to tell me to breath and take a drink because he was so afraid I was going to pass out and he'd have to perform CPR or something," Beca said, starting to gesture with her hands as her story continued to progress.

"Beca?" Chloe interrupted. She didn't think she had seen someone act so dorkable before. That combination was starting to feel like her personal kryptonite.

"Yeah?" Beca replied, bringing her hands back to her lap and looking back at Chloe, bringing herself out of her flashback sequence.

"I know I'm not David Guetta status and I do know CPR, but…breath."

"Right."

Beca took a second to calm herself, taking a deep breath, and looking back at the gorgeous redhead who was smiling a comforting smile back at her. To her relief it wasn't a belittling, but slightly amused at the dorky girl smile but a genuine smile. Beca noticed she didn't have dimples which people would say makes a conventional attractive smile but this girl had cute, round, pinchable cheeks when she smiled which were adorable. Then Beca laughed at herself for thinking like an 80 year old lady because those and crazy female relatives are the only people in this world who think of pinching someone's cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I kind of have a short time period to steal Mr. Suit Man's seat before he comes back and things get really awkward," Beca said looking at the guy next to her and the old couple sitting across from her for the first time. Of course they were listening in but only the men were pretending not to. The older lady was hanging on her every word and not doing a damn thing to hide it. Yeah, scratch that, things were going to get awkward real quick but she didn't care anymore. "You probably have this sort of thing happen to you all the time…and it should, really…but I really don't do them all the time. I'm not going to lie to you, I tried to give you my number back there on that napkin all smooth and everything but my wink went all haywire and well…here I am now. I wanted to let you know that I am traveling to New York to try and work out some music deals that may or may not happen but I will be back in LA by the weekend either way. I would really love it if we could get together sometime for coffee or something."

Chloe blinked a couple times while taking in Beca's best 'deer in the headlight' mixed with terrified smile expression.

"Did you just ask me out? Like on a date?"

Beca took a second to answer. She realized this was do or die time. She could play it off as a platonic meet up or she could just bite the bullet. Looking at Chloe's open, friendly face while feeling those fluttering and tingly feelings in her chest she knew she didn't really have a choice. Sometimes you have to dance with the devil. It helps if the devil is as good looking as Chloe.

"I…um…I guess that depends on if that gives you a good feeling or not? If it does give you a good feeling, then yes, I did. If it doesn't then I'll just head back to my seat and we can pretend this didn't happen."

"Really? You can pretend you didn't just approach someone with your number written on what appears to be part of the advert for a suit of armor from Sky Mall with the intent to ask them out?" Chloe asked impressed with the girl's, not really confidence because she was clearly terrified, but maybe conviction to see this task out. And it did explain the weird scene before with the trash and piece of paper.

"You would be surprised the things I can pretend didn't happen when I've made a fool of myself. It's a talent really, bordering on a survival tactic for me."

"I'll bet," Chloe said smiling while standing and stepping forward for the piece of paper in Beca's hand, taking it from her fingers.

Beca looked down at her now empty hand and back up to Chloe who sat back down. She didn't know if Chloe taking her number counted as her giving her number to Chloe but she certainly didn't care about technicalities. Mission accomplished in her book.

"So, is that a yes?" Beca asked, sounding not so timid now but slightly curious.

"That is an 'I will strongly consider it'. We'll talk before the weekend," Chloe said, her smile growing bigger as she slid the number into her uniform jacket pocket.

Beca's smile beamed back at Chloe but then noticed the door to the lavatory unlock. She stood up quickly from the seat. "Okay. Great. I'm just going to head back there then. I guess I'll see you again soon?"

Chloe nodded as the man came out from behind the door. Thinking Beca was waiting for the lavatory while standing there motionless in the aisle he nodded his head towards her and said, "All yours."

Beca raised her eyebrows at the guy and nodded back. "Yeah, no, thanks but I'm good. I'm great," backing away as the man let the door shut, placing himself back in his seat.

Looking down at the older lady smiling up at her she contemplated giving the lady a high five for seemingly being so cool about the conversation she blatantly eavesdropped on and in celebratory cheer but decided not to press her luck.

She turned back around to see her friends' heads quickly pull back from the aisle.

She sat back down in her seat, trying to keep her smile from busting through but failing horribly. From the corner of her eye she saw Jesse back to reading his magazine with a matching smile. Slowly he brought his left fist up above the armrest towards her into her view. She rolled her eyes but let her smile come out as she chuckled and she bumped his fist back and he blew his up, sounds effects and all. From across the aisle she heard Amy say something that sounded like, 'that's right, our twig bitch crushed it,' before she pulled her iPod and headset back out. Sliding the headphones on, she dialed her iPod to the "T" song section and let what she thought was going to become a fast favorite of hers overtake her senses.

Chloe watched as the smaller girl went back to her seat, smiling all the while. In all actuality, this was one of the first times someone had tried to give her their number. It did happen on occasion but not nearly as often as people thought, especially if just flying domestic flights. This, however was a first in two categories for her. This was her first female passenger giving her their number. And this was the first passenger who gave her their number that she was actually considering not tossing in the trash at the end of the flight.

Chloe looked over and saw the older lady in the front row watching her. Chloe smiled back at her.

"Did you need anything Mrs. Donovan?" Chloe knew the woman listened to the whole conversation and she was a little worried about what the woman might say but it wasn't like she could just ignore her for the rest of the flight. She definitely couldn't tell the woman off if she ended up being some bible thumping preacher type. She mentally crossed her fingers.

"Oh please, dear, call me Agnes," the woman responded.

"Okay, Agnes. Is there anything I can get you?" Chloe asked feeling a bit more positive about the woman.

"I know it is none of my business and I hope you don't mind me asking but I was just curious if you were actually going to go out with that other young lady," Agnes asked, her smile still beaming. "It's just, she reminded me of Frank when he finally got the nerve to ask me out I couldn't help but listen and reminisce. He was so shy that he stuttered and kicked at the ground until he finally got the words he wanted to say out but they were a jumbled mess. I already knew what he was asking. He had been watching me. But it was sweet because I had been watching him as well."

Chloe looked over at the older man next to her and noticed the man had a smile on his face as he read the paper.

"I honestly don't know yet. I'm thinking about it," Chloe said, deciding the woman meant to make conversation more than to be nosy or pass judgement of fire and brimstone.

"Well, if I was you, I'd give her a call. The earspikes are a little scary but she's cute otherwise. My granddaughters are all doing their makeup like that nowadays too. Tiny little thing though. Make sure she eats something sometime. Frank would be skin and bones if left on his own."

"I know, right? I thought that about her earlier," Chloe started and laughed. Beca was tiny and there was no two ways about that but she didn't think the girl looked unhealthy by any means. Chloe didn't think she'd need to fatten her up or anything like that. She chuckled to herself realizing she was making the smaller girl out to be some barnyard animal who's future was on someone's plate.

"Good luck either way, honey. I'm sure you'll decide what's best for you."

"Thank you, Agnes," Chloe said just as she heard Aubrey making the announcement that the final round for collecting any trash was going to be made and then preparations for landing would start.