A/N: This sort of turned out to be not remotely close to what I originally planned (although I originally planned on writing part 1 of the batman au and not this, tune in for that over the weekend)… but it just sort of flowed, so you know. This was the 'Late Night Diner AU' RJRMoviefan suggested.

Except it wasn't exactly late night? Haha…

The song included is 'Anonymous' by BobbyV

I don't own pitch perfect.

It's always the beginning that's hard.

That's something Beca had learned all through the things that she's been through in life.

Whether it's starting out from the bottom in the industry.

To the first words you want to say to the person you like.

But Beca argued, maybe it's not so bad that the first step, those first words, the beginning itself is hard.

Once it starts is the problem.

Once the ball gets rolling, sometime sit feels easy, sometimes it feels hard. One thing was for sure though, sometimes people let it burn.

And then the beginning is all but lost.

So Beca convinced herself, she's just taking her time to set the pacing just right.

Eventually she'll figure out how to say hi.

Or what to say next.

If only she could keep her heart from jumping out of her chest, if that's even possible.

But then again, would she even notice? She's probably just a face in a crowd. Some nobody invisible to the rest of the world.

Or at least invisible to her.

Because seriously, she's been here for the last three nights at cozy booth of a little diner at Barden, with every single student noticing who she was, asking for a picture or an autograph, and yet she still hasn't noticed her.

And she was there two, every single night.

But nothing.

Maybe she hasn't heard of her? Beca reasoned at least. But who hasn't heard of the great DJ Beca Mitchell. She's young, she's tough, she's incredibly talented, and her fans would agree she was totally datable.

Not that she wanted to date and fall in love and be in a relationship, nope not at all.

And yet there she was, the mysterious redheaded girl a few booths away with her friends, the one and constant thought in her head since she came to visit Barden.

But what on earth was Beca doing at Barden in the first place?

She was visiting her dad, a part of their terms and agreement. Beca managed to finish high school a year early to prove to her dad that she's all but ready for LA – after he specifically said that she wasn't even able to exert herself much in school so how was she going to live in the real world – and in exchange he financed her move. If she made it in a year, she gets to stay and live out her dreams. If not, she attends college.

She succeeded.

So the only thing she needed to fulfill was the every three months visit, which Beca thinks her dad imposed on her to slowly change her mind on going to college.

It's day three, so yeah, Beca was definitely disappointed.

Because tomorrow was Sunday, and she leaves Sunday morning.

So she won't be seeing her anymore.

Especially since after Beca finally managed to pluck up the courage to march up to her, the redhead had already gone out with her friends.

Missing her by a fraction of a second.

It was strange. She was just like this sudden obsession that popped into her head.

She doesn't even know her name.

It was on a flight back that Beca admitted to herself that the girl had some sort of effect on her. From the first moment that she glanced up to chance upon seeing the most bubbly redhead flash the most brilliant smile she's ever seen. Only it wasn't towards her, it was towards the group of rather noisy and rowdy group of girls who happened to be her friends.

The first thought that occurred to Beca, for whatever reason it was that she doesn't know, was that she was in trouble.

The second was that she was, if she were to be honest, absolutely smitten.

So what does a forlorn – and Beca had to cringe at the thought of the word she chose to use in her head – maybe, quite possibly, just ever so slightly falling for a girl she doesn't even know talented music producer, song writer, and DJ extraordinaire do about her situation?

No, not ask her dad for help.

Although if she did, Beca was sure her dad would cough up a name or something.

But nope, no.

Instead, Beca lunged herself to work, writing and producing a song dedicated to a certain redheaded girl.

Turning the whole thing into her next big hit.

Secretly looking forward to her next visit.

And so three months went by.

She spent time with her dad during the day, but she never spent her evenings with him and the step-monster, so diner it is.

And Beca was back at the booth.

Her booth.

The redhead strolled in, as if on cue, with her friends.

But as she got up, Beca was flocked by some fans. Gushing about her latest hit.

Then she was pretty much swarmed, especially when everyone wanted to know if the song was meant for someone.

And before she knew it, the redhead was gone.

The next day was round two.

But as she got up, to follow the redhead who was ready to leave, she was stopped on her tracks by some annoying guy endlessly talking about movies and scoring… and seriously, why the hell is he talking about this to her again?

Aaand she was gone.

Third day it was then.

So for the whole of the third day Beca decided to camp out at the diner, her father all but curious as to why she elected to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner at a diner on a Saturday.

Really she was just trying to kill two birds with one stone.

Avoid the step-monster and spot her redhead.

It was sometime in the afternoon, the place being barely occupied because apparently it was game day and everyone else preferred hanging out at bars our tailgating.

A part of Beca was losing hope, what if the girl wasn't there?

Yet she stayed.

She was being patient.

It was just her and two or three waitresses and a busboy. Beca decided to do some mixing, but got bored and ended up just listening to a platylist she had already created and been listening too for the last three months.

Because let's be honest, the playlist was created at the airport about three months ago with a certain redhead in mind.

She tried to answer email, update her schedule, and a few other trivial things. She didn't want to be too distracted if the redhead does decide to show up.

God! Why was it so hard!?

She wouldn't be in this predicament if she just had the courage to approach her that first day, maybe they would be hanging out by then.

Or maybe she would have a piece of her sanity back because she was all that she could think of. Like she was an addiction. The worst and best kind at the same time.

Because the anticipation was too much.

The yearning was killing her.

And Beca Mitchell wasn't a yearner.

She wasn't the type to fall or like someone this long.

She was confident, and cool, and badass. Not the type to write love songs for no one.

But then came this girl, she doesn't even know her name, and she's going crazy over her. She's feeling butterflies whenever she sees her. She's got her stomach doing backflips when she smiles.

Who on earth is she?

For a minute it was looking like
I'd end up one of those guys spending my whole life
Looking for a special lady to save me, maybe I'll never be satisfied
Had a couple bad lucks and a couple dimes
Now that I'm looking for you, why you so hard to find?

Beca started to sing along to the song she was listening to as she waited and waited, and did trivial things on her laptop… oh, and waited.

I thought I took one step, I took two back
I'm not even close this time and that's a fact
All I know is that we'd be the perfect match
So where you at love? I just gotta find you yeah

So maybe Beca got a little absorbed in her dilemma that she actually didn't notice said redhead strolling in and picking something up from the counter with a rather shrill blonde.

I wanna know, I wanna know your name
Your name, your name, why you gotta be anonymous?
I gotta know, I gotta know your name
Your name, your name, why you gotta be anonymous?

And she definitely didn't notice the blonde leaving, and the redhead staying behind.

Looking at Beca just the same way she had been looking at her all this time.

With some sort of longing and understanding and hoping…

…and a whole lot of unexplainable emotions that Beca wanted to understand.

Baby, I want you so much
Wanna hold, wanna feel your touch
Come fast girl I'm in a rush
Why you gotta be anonymous?
I wanna know, I gotta know your name
Your name, your name, why you gotta be anonymous?

"Hi." she said, as she sat opposite of Beca in the booth she had been occupying the past three days.

Beca looked up, her a little surprised, a little happy, a little in awe – because she was definitely prettier up close – and a little bit…

…lost?

As to how the girl she's been trying to get to know has finally seen her.

"I'm Chloe." she said.

And Beca just gaped at her.

So uncool.

But Chloe simply smiled. "You're Beca Mitchell right? I've seen you here a couple of times already. I was wondering what on earth someone as famous as you doing here? I hope you don't mind me intruding I mean, it's just. You're really good. Singer and everything. And I'm mumbling now."

Beca smiled as Chloe hid her face behind her hands looking al flustered. "I'm a fan, I guess you can say. I've been wanting to approach you since, like day one, but, you know, what do I say?" she finally said after recovering.

And Beca laughed. "Same here." she replied.

"Same here?" Chloe asked both a little surprised and a little pleased.

Yep.

She really was in trouble, Beca thought.

Because nothing on this earth felt easier than talking and opening up to a Chloe Beale, as she soon learned.

Nothing, that is, except for falling in love with her, Beca finally admitted to herself.

Guess she's got something to look forward to on her next visit.