Bechloe. They don't know each other. Grocery store. Last piece of ice cream. You can take it from there.:)
"Chocolate Oreo," Beca whispers, eyes scanning the fogged-up freezer doors. "Come out, come out, wherever you are." She cranes her neck to see the top shelves, sidestepping another grocery store patron, suddenly spotting her prize. "Aha!" She reaches for the carton, bumping into someone else as she does so.
"Oh, excuse me." Beca looks up, ice cream in hand, to see a girl with red hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing a disappointed expression.
"Uh, sorry," Beca says, tucking the ice cream under her arm when she sees the redhead eyeing it.
"Was that the last one?" the girl asks, turning back to the freezer, as if another box of chocolate Oreo ice cream will materialize.
"I think so," Beca says, shifting from one foot to the other awkwardly.
"Darn," the redhead says with a soft smile. "Chocolate Oreo's my favorite."
Beca shrugs. "Sucks for you, I guess." The other girl raises her eyebrows, a whisper of a smirk passing over her face. There's a moment of silence, each girl studying the other.
"You're pretty," the redhead says suddenly.
Beca eyes her suspiciously. "Are you just saying that so I'll give you the ice cream?"
"No," the girl says with a laugh. "You really are."
"Uh, thanks," Beca says. A beat passes. "You have nice eyes," she adds, blushing a bit.
The girl smiles warmly. "Thanks." She sticks her hand out toward Beca. "I'm Chloe."
"Beca." Beca shakes the girl's hand, warm and soft in hers, which is cold from holding the ice cream. The two stare at each other for another long moment.
"I have an economically efficient solution to our ice cream deficiency," Chloe says, her smile suddenly seeming seductive instead of friendly.
"Jeez, did your parents make you copy the dictionary when you got in trouble as a kid?" Beca asks, eyes widening a bit.
Chloe rolls her eyes, ignoring Beca's commentary. "How about we eat that ice cream together?"
"Uh…" Beca looks taken aback. "That could probably be arranged."
"Good." Chloe loops her arm through Beca's. "Let's go."