Hey everyone! I'm back with another drabble. I saw this idea in a post on Instagram, and it was too cute to not write a Bechloe story from. Hope you enjoy! Remember to leave a review, I love reading them and they help me get through writer's block!
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Chloe nervously tugged at the edge of the crisp, white tablecloth and glanced at her phone screen for what felt like the twentieth time in the last five minutes.
Tom was supposed to meet her half an hour ago. She had called him- twice- but he hadn't answered.
They'd been together for a year and half, and if she were telling the truth, Chloe would tell you that she hadn't truly cared about him for a while now. She'd been dating him only to date someone. She didn't know if Tom felt the same way, but judging by how easily he was letting them drift apart, she assumed that he wasn't as concerned with their relationship as he once had been.
Still, being stood up hurt a little bit.
She could tell that the restaurant staff was getting a little annoyed by her sitting at a table drinking water for half an hour without ordering anything. There were a few waitresses giving her sympathetic looks.
She glanced at her phone again and sighed, figuring she had waited long enough. If he wasn't there in the next ten minutes, she was leaving.
So, she lays her phone down on the table and waits.
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Beca steps out of her office and heads down the street to one of her favorite restaurants. She had set up a meeting with her friend and new client at the bar inside the restaurant, but was running a little early. She decides that she might as well eat something beforehand since she has time to kill anyway.
There's a line inside the door, so she pulls her phone out and checks her email as she waits.
"I don't know, poor thing has been sitting there by herself for almost forty-five minutes."
She glances up, curious to see what the staff is talking about.
"Yeah, but if she's not going to order anything, she's just taking up a table that we could be using for paying customers."
"She keeps saying someone's supposed to show up soon."
"I guess we'll give her a little longer. Once we hit an hour, though, something needs to happen. We're getting busy."
"Alright.. I'll go check on her again, then."
Beca's gaze follows the waitress as she walks into another section of the restaurant and up to a really, really pretty girl that looks to be her age. She's momentarily stunned by her bright, shiny red hair that flows over her shoulders, and her piercingly beautiful sky blue eyes.
She'd been stood up? Who the fuck would stand that goddess up?
Beca gets to the front of the line and the hostess greets her. "Hi, how many?"
She hesitates. "I.. Uh, actually, I was supposed to meet my girlfriend here a while ago, and got caught in traffic. Is she still here?"
The girl looks surprised. "Um, a redhead?"
"Yeah, that's her."
"Yeah, right that way." The hostess says, gesturing through the doorway.
"Okay, thank you." Beca says before following her direction.
She gets to the table right as the waitress asks the girl if she needs anything else, or if she will be ready to order soon.
Loudly, Beca says, "Hey, babe, I'm so sorry I'm so late. I got stuck in traffic and my phone died."
The girl looks up at her curiously for a moment before responding. "Uh, hey, babe. That's okay, I knew you would show up."
The waitress looks between them, obviously shocked. "I'll give you two some time to look over the menu, then. Can I get you something to drink?"
"A water with lemon, please." Beca says, removing her coat and draping it over the back of her chair before siting down. The waitress nods and walks off.
The redhead is staring at her in confusion.
"Hi. I'm Beca. I- I heard them talking about your situation, and I just have to say, whoever stood you up is a total asshole. If you don't want to play along, that's totally cool too. Just tell me to leave and I will." She says with a small smile.
"Hi, I'm Chloe." She says in response, with a laugh, which Beca thinks is one of the most adorable sounds she's ever heard in her life. "Thank you. I was getting a little embarrassed.."
"Yeah, don't worry about it. I mean, I get to eat dinner with the prettiest girl I've ever seen, so it's a win-win situation here."
Chloe blushes, and hopes it's not obvious in the dim lighting of the restaurant.
"Have you been here before?" She asks, when the color fades from her cheeks.
"Yeah, it's one of my favorite places, actually." Beca says, looking up from her menu to meet Chloe's eyes.
"Hmm, really? So you know what's good then?"
"Definitely. Are you a soup and salad girl or do you prefer real food?"
"Real food, of course." Chloe responds, winking.
"Hmm, do you like spicy stuff? What about avocado?"
"Love both. What do you suggest?"
"There are a few things that meet that criteria that are pretty good here."
"Tell you what, how about you order me something and surprise me?" Chloe says, smiling, as she closes her menu and lays it down on the table.
"Challenge accepted." Beca says and shakes her head, amused.
When the waitress comes back, Beca has both menus in her hand.
"Alright, what can I get you two?"
"For her, a spicy fajita bowl with grilled chicken and extra guac, limes on the side. Let's do salsa verde instead of the pico, and romaine lettuce on the bottom. I want the same thing but with extra limes."
"Okay, got it. Do you want chips with that?"
"Yeah, do you have the blue corn tonight?"
"We do. Both blue corn or one original?"
"One basket of each is fine."
"Alright, I'll get that into the kitchen for you."
"Good, thank you."
She leaves, and Beca returns her full attention to Chloe.
"Interesting order. It sounds pretty good though, I have to admit."
"Trust me, it is. So, tell me a little more about yourself?"
"Alright, uhh well my full name is Chloe Elizabeth Beale and I'm originally from Atlanta, Georgia. I went to school at Barden University where I majored in music education, and I'm currently an elementary music teacher at Greenwood Elementary, which is just a few blocks from here. I'm 26, and the guy I was supposed to be meeting here was my boyfriend of a year and a half who I really don't care about and was planning to break up with next week anyways. I guess tonight gives me a good reason to now, at least. Anything else, just ask me." She says, laughing a little. "What about you?"
"Well, my full name is Rebeca Ann Mitchell, I'm a music producer at Residual Heat and a dj on the side, and I too am from Atlanta and went to Barden. Small world, I guess. That's really weird." She says, shaking her head.
Chloe nearly chokes on her water when Beca says this, and covers her mouth with her hand as she processes the information. "We went to the same university and didn't know each other?"
"Apparently so. Though, I'm 23, so you wouldn't have been there the full time I was there. When did you graduate?"
"Four years ago."
"Yeah, see, I graduated a year ago. We would've only been there at the same time for a year."
"That's true. That's so funny. Were you involved with anything on campus?"
"I worked at the radio station for a while. Other than that, not really. I liked to make money, and mixes in my free time because I got to play them on air every so often."
"Wait, really? That's really cool!"
"I guess so." Beca says with a smile. "What about you?"
"I was a member of the Barden Bellas all four years of college." She says proudly.
"Oh yeah, that's like, a thing now." Beca says with a wink. "I'm kidding. I actually went to a few Bellas performances."
"No way?" Chloe says in disbelief.
"Yes way. Though, not my freshman year, sadly. I missed out on seeing a stunning redhead four years earlier."
Chloe can't hide the color in her cheeks this time, or the smile on her face. "You sure know how to make a girl blush."
Beca doesn't get a chance to reply- which is good, because she isn't sure what to say- because the waitress reappears with their food.
"Alright let me know if you need anything else!"
"Thanks." Beca says to the waitress as she leaves.
Chloe takes a bite of her food and closes her eyes happily. "This is great, Beca. Like, great."
"I know. It's my favorite." She says with a grin, before taking a bite of her own.
As Chloe eats, Beca slides her phone out and texts her client that she needs to postpone their meeting until tomorrow at lunch, if possible.
She gets a reply saying "sure, that works better for me anyway" and relaxes, then returns to her conversation with Chloe.
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They're standing outside the restaurant now, waiting for Chloe's Uber to arrive.
"Hey, I really appreciate you saving me, and buying me a fantastic dinner.." Chloe says, linking her fingers together nervously.
"Yeah, no problem. I had a really great time."
"I did too." She smiles.
"Hey.. Would you want to do this again? For real next time though." Beca says, surprisingly confident.
"I would love that."
"Me too."
Chloe pulls her phone out of her purse and hands it to Beca to put her number in. She does, then gives it back to her, fingers lingering on Chloe's for a little longer than they normally should.
She feels her neck heat up, and notices the color in Chloe's cheeks too.
"You know," Beca says, reaching for Chloe's hand again, "I don't usually kiss on a first date.."
"Mmm, really?" Chloe replies, squeezing her hand gently,
"Yeah. But I guess since this was kind of a weird first date, the rules don't apply.."
"I would have to agree." She says, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth.
Beca's other hand slowly finds the back of Chloe's neck and she gently pulls her forward to meet her lips with her own.
They break away as a car pulls up next to the sidewalk.
"That looks like my cue." Chloe says, sighing.
"That it does. I'll see you soon though?"
"I'll text you as soon as I get inside the car."
"And when you make it home safe, please." She smiles.
Chloe melts a little. "Of course."
"Good."
Chloe starts to leave, but stops. "Oh, and Beca?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't kiss on the first date either, and I especially don't kiss someone twice, but the rules don't apply, so.." She trails off, then kisses Beca again, for a little longer this time. Then she gets in the car, waving at Beca as she shuts the door.
She watches the car drive off, and as it turns a corner, she feels her phone buzz in her pocket.
"Hi there." the text reads. She smiles and saves the number as Chloe's before texting back while she walks down the street to her own car.
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There it is! Please read and review, leave me some prompts and I will try and get them written! I've been too busy to write lately, but I'm hoping I can get some stuff written soon.