Stacie Conrad's Soulmate
Summary : Stacie's been on one too many dates. The one time she feels it could possibly go somewhere, she gets stood up. Thank god the waitress cute. (Soulmate AU. When you meet the one, you just know.)
Quick thanks to everyone sending me prompts for this one-shot fic. I really appreciate all the suggestions and some of the things said to me with the prompts really boosts my ego. Thanks.
On to the story...
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"I just don't think that we really connected."
"We had nothing in common."
"She was too immature for me."
All excuses Stacie Conrad has used to her friends after every single date she's been on in the last year. There is so many more but I wouldn't want to bore you.
They all knew the real reason for Stacie ghosting everyone of her dates the morning after. It was because it was a well known fact that when you meet the one for you, you know. They don't tell you how you'll know, just that you'll know. Stacie could have met the one for her already and missed it, but she's been willing to take that risk.
Tonight though, she feels like this girl could lead somewhere. Her name is Sarah and she is 24 (the same age as Stacie). She's a tall blonde who works in accounting.
Stacie seems to have arrived first and sits in a booth of a small hole-in-the-wall diner. She's given a menu and decides to look through it before Sarah gets there.
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A long hour later and finally, she accepts that she's been stood up. And she doesn't really get it because, look at her. She's a freaking model, literately. (While up and coming, she's still a model.) she decided to order a coffee so she approaches the counter and when she gets there she can't help but stumble over her words.
"Umm...can I-Large coffee, cream and sugar please?" She asks.
"Yeah. That'll be $1.50." The woman says. Stacie hands over the money and it's the first time that she looks into the waitresses eyes. She almost drops the money onto the counter. Thankfully the waitresses - Beca as the name tag says - hand is underneath hers so she catches the money. "What table are you at? I'll bring it over when it's done." Stacie points at the table she's sat at and then thanks her before practically running back to the table.
What has just happened?
That waitress - Beca - was a total babe. Stacie couldn't help but fan girl a little. The woman was mega levels of hot.
The way her brunette hair cascaded over her shoulders in light waves, the way it shines. Her killer smile that never left her face and those eyes. Oh God. Stacie thinks that she could die from looking into those eyes for a long period of time. The way that they shine, the colour, - a navy blue, similar to cobalt - Damn.
Let's not forget that outfit. The tight low-cut black mid-sleeved shirt and black ripped skinny jeans left nothing to the imagination. Her cleavage was practically pouring out of the t-shirt. And those jeans looked way too tight around her ass. And the piercings. One in her left Helix, Lobe and Tragus and two in her right Lobe and a Scaffold in her right forward Helix to her Helix too. Don't forget the hoop in the side of her nose. And they're only the ones she can see.
Stacie has to admit, she's a sucker for piercings. And tattoos.
Stacie wonders if she has any tattoos.
She snapped out of her thoughts when Beca comes over to her with the coffee and sits in front of her with her own mug.
"Hope you don't mind, but when you ordered your coffee, I couldn't help but feel...something." Beca says, she then looks confused at her own word, but quickly explains. "I don't know what, but...it was weird. I feel like, like I know you? That sounds weird right?" Beca laughs.
"It does, but I get what you mean." Stacie replies. They both take a sip of their coffee and then Beca smiles.
"I know this'll sound weird but your coffee order says a lot about your personality."
"Does it?" Beca nods. "What does mine say about me then?" Stacie asks.
"It tells me that you have a dual personality. On the one hand, you are organized and put-together. But on the other hand, you love to cut loose and get a little messy. Each day, you find yourself trying to strike the perfect balance between the logical and creative sides of your brain." Beca says. "You are someone whose minimalist side enjoys the taste of coffee and whose spontaneous side loves the sweet taste of sugar."
"That is...very accurate. Okay, miss Black Coffee. What does yours say about you?" Stacie questions.
"That I lead a minimalistic lifestyle. That I don't need flashy clothes or gaudy jewellery to express myself. I prefer to say in the background." She says. "Also that I enjoy being organised and that I get on well with people who add a bit of spontaneity to their life. Much like you cream and sugar people." She takes a sip of her coffee. "Quite accurate, I might add."
"Well, I guess we'll get on swimmingly then." Stacie says.
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Those 10 minutes turn into an hour.
That hour turns into two and those two, into three and so on.
Stacie looses track of everything that they've talked about, all she knows is that they've stayed up the whole night talking and she doesn't regret it one bit.
They're now stood outside the diner and Beca is locking the door (even though the person coming for their shift will be here in like 45 minutes) and, once she finishes, Beca stands in front of Stacie.
"This is going to sound weird-" Beca starts.
"Almost every sentence that you've spoken tonight has started off with that."
"-But, I feel like I've known you forever, even though it's only been a few hours."
"A few hours? Bec, it's almost 7am. We've been talking for about 8 and a half hours." Stacie laughs.
"Tonight has been amazing. Hopefully we can do it again sometime?" Beca asks.
"We will most definitely do this again." Stacie replies. "Crazy thought, but, I think we're like, soulmates." Stacie laughs.
"Perfect." Beca smiles before stepping closer and pressing her lips against Stacie's. "I think I'm falling for you."
"That's perfect, because I think I'm falling for you too." Stacie says.
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"So how was your date with Sarah?" Aubrey, one of Stacie's best friends asks.
"Who?"
"Sarah, the girl you went out with last night. Judging by the look on your face face, I'm going to say pretty well."
"Oh, no. It went horribly. She stood me up." Stacie answers.
"Then what's with the huge grin?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure the waitress is my soulmate. We spent the whole night, and I mean the whole night, just talking. From about 8pm until 6 the next morning." Stacie sighs dreamily. "She's amazing, you would hate her, but I'm falling for her. Her names Beca and she's literately the most sexy, beautiful, hot, woman on this earth. No joke."
"Well, I'm glad you're happy."
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"I love you." Beca says. "And I know it's only been like a month, but I love you. I'm in love with you." Stacie attack's Beca with a kiss.
"I love you too."
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