Chloe had spent the remainder of her shift trying to find the name of the woman. For once she was thankful for an 8 to 5, it gave her enough time to speak to everyone. Unfortunately no-one had a name. She was simply 'Goth girl' or, in Amy's case, 'Rich stick'. It wasn't until an hour later that the phone actually rang. Not just text messages but something that would allow her to get answers. This was her chance but looking at the contact 'Music man' she doubted that she would be able to get a meeting place to drop the phone off at. She answered the phone even with the loss in faith.
"Hey Becaw, where are you? You know what don't answer that, just get here. Luke is going crazy and needs you, bu-" Chloe tried to stop him but he continued. "he hasn't been the same since the mixer party. I know it wasn't my brightest idea but I didn't know tequila was that flammable. I thought it was a movie myth."
"I'm not this Becaw!" Chloe ignored the startled looks, if she guessed it would be the case on both sides if the phone.
"What do you mean you're not Beca, this is her number." His voice held a tightness to it that would make any plastic surgeon jealous.
Chloe's eyes widened. She knew what this looked like, or in this case sounded like. Her next verbal spew could rival Aubrey's pre-anxiety med days. She was halfway through the explanation when the man, Jesse, started laughing. It froze her long enough for him to notice.
"Sorry, sorry. Beca just got here looking frazzled. She looks as if she's practicing ham boning with the way she's searching. Oh shoot, she saw me. I'll give you the address can you bring the phone here please?" Chloe could only stutter an affirmative, she was about to go on break after all. "Great, see you soon." Looking to the clock, she only had 10 minutes left before she could leave.
Chloe looked from her note to the building in front of her. No wonder Goth girl could afford all her gear if she worked here. Even the lobby was more expensive than the entire café. From the polished black marble flooring to the column framed walls, it was very industrial. Only eased by the soft glow of the hanging lights making it seem very artificially cosy atmospherically.
Her gaze hopped from plant to plant trying to find something lovely but nothing stood out even with the array of greens. Nothing was personal in comparison to the café.
Her cluelessness seemed to garner attention if the finger snapping behind the reception was to go by. The man seemed more annoyed than before. "What are you doing?"
"Uh… I have a phone for a… Beca Mitchell?" Her uncertainty shone through. The man's face paled dramatically.
"Right this way mam." He escorted her away to the elevators, pressing the button for the 30th floor.
'Devil wears Prada' had nothing on this.
Hardly anyone would look her in the eyes. They would take one look at her mustard uniform and turned the other cheek. Some included an eye roll. 'Wannabes' a person had even said. Never the less she continued on. Whoever Beca Mitchell was, no-one wanted to mess with her. She got sent to multiple corridors until a perky brunette did a double take on her.
"Chloe?" he said, pointing loosely at her.
"Jesse?" She returned. The man's smile turned puppyish.
He muttered nonsensible things as a tour guide. Dragging her by the hand as they trekked back the way she came – her only goal in the moment was to keep up. The man could power walk a gold medal in the Olympics. Every new turn they made brought an increase in noise. Chloe's stomach gained butterflies when the shouting increased further. Her Miranda Priestley was around the corner.
The short 5'2" woman was a force to be reckoned with in her element. Gone was the apologetic/reclusive person from before. Her shadow loomed over the suits in her office. It was honestly hot. Jesse looked at her with a grin. "There's your girl." He put his thumbs up and walked away.
The room seemed too artificial to be truly comfortable in. Either that or her nerves were getting to her. But one look at the generic books on the wall of shelving was enough to convince her that it was just the atmosphere. It felt clerical with the grey tones contrasting with the browns of his furniture.
She wasn't a fan. The only colour she could see was the blue in the woman's clothing and the red appearing across her cheeks as she became absorbed in the duo's interaction. From the way things were she would have guessed that they were in the middle of a firing but the man didn't seem perturbed by her display. Whenever the man tried to speak he would always be shut down instantly.
She was left gulping. She never did do well with displays of dominance. By woman. In a workplace. She walked towards the office, doorplate telling her it wasn't Beca's, unless she secretly was John Smith. Before she could talk herself out of it, her knuckles rapped against the doorframe. All eyes snapped towards her with matching confusion until they took on the full picture.
"I was looking for Beca."
"We are in the middle of something." The man snootily replied.
"No we're not." Beca rebuted as she escorted Chloe back out. "Sorry for him, he was born without decency."
"I know many men with the some condition." Beca laughed. "I believe this is yours." Chloe drags the phone out of her pocket giving it to Beca, who cradled it carefully in her hands.
"Thank you, it's my personal phone, don't know what I'd do without it." Chloe couldn't help but notice the lack of notifications from any that wasn't Jesse when the brunette checked. But the redhead's attention was pulled towards the direction they were walking. If she remembered right then the space she met Jesse would be coming up soon. They apparently weren't going to the elevators like she first thought.
Beca continued into her actual office. It was drastically different to the last one. For one, colour was everywhere. The small cactus bringing in green, sound-proof panels varied in a rainbow assortment and the shelving was filled with colour coded record sleeves. From what she could see only a single shelf had any books on them.
It felt personal.
Pulling out her wallet, Beca handed Chloe a $20. "As a thank you."
Chloe shook her head refusing it. "It was no problem, at least you were within walking distance."
"I need to give you something." It was a demand. A softly phrased one but a demand none the less.
"I'm on a lunch break…" Beca smiles, grabbing her jacket before offering her arm to the bold girl.
"In that case, I know just the place."
Chloe smiles, looping their arms together. "Perfect." Neither stopped to think that there was only 15 minutes left on her break.