Chloe juggled her apartment keys, bag, jacket, coffee tumbler and dry cleaning. Somehow she managed to get the keys in the lock and turn the door handle. Okay, so she may have had the tumbler lid edged clamped between her front teeth as she did it but the main thing was she was in the apartment and didn't drop anything. She dumped her bag, keys, and tumbler onto the breakfast counter while she kicked her shoes off and hung up her jacket in the front closet and then took her dry cleaning into her room. She came back out into the living room, unclipping her hair out of its uniform bun and sliding a few bobby bins out of her hair as she shook it and set it free. Heading back to the kitchen she put her tumbler in the dishwasher and grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water from the refrigerator door. It had been a long couple days for Chloe. Because she was so new in her position she had no seniority and therefore got a lot of the longer and a lot of the connecting flights. The good news was the flights she was on went problem free, even when she flew to St. Louis with the new flight attendant, Lily, who kind of frightened her. Chloe was certain that if any of the Bella flight attendants were to turn spy like that girl from that show Pan Am, it was going to be Lily. She already looked like she could moonlight as an assassin.

She sat down on their plush couch, putting her feet up on the wooden table in front of her taking a long drink from her glass. Aubrey was on a layover in Dallas for the evening so she had the place to herself to unwind however she deemed fit. Sometimes she would crank her music and have her own personal dance party during moments like this (she was the master of The Robot and she could Dougie) but tonight she just wanted to keep the lights low, maybe light some candles, draw a bubble bath, order in some Thai food, and relax.

And she did just that. After her bath, she put on a pair of charcoal gray yoga pants and a fitted, purple v-neck t-shirt and placed her order for some pad khee moa then settled down to catch up with her DVR. She was already feeling like a new person. Right when she was going to see who on Dancing with the Stars was getting sent home, she heard a knock at the door. She jumped up and grabbed her wallet from her bag. As she fished out some cash for the delivery guy, she felt the piece of Sky Mall paper run under her finger tips. She brought her food in and pulled out the piece of paper. She had put it in her wallet for safe keeping after she dropped off her dry cleaning the other day.

Chloe looked at the dark scrawl across the paper as she grabbed a fork, the carton of food, her phone and the piece of paper.

"Beca Mitchell," Chloe read aloud as she resettled on the couch and started eating. All of a sudden whether the football player or the gymnast went home didn't seem as important as she kept looking back and forth from the piece of paper to the TV as she ate.

If she was being honest with herself she had tried to make this call several times before but just didn't feel like she was in the right state of mind to call a practical stranger - a cute practical stranger, but stranger none the less. Chloe loved talking to and meeting new people on her flights but she didn't want to talk to Beca like she was just someone to meet, greet, and send on their merry way. She wanted to actually be able to focus on the conversation and get a feel if there was really something there or if it was just a passing feeling. Of course it didn't have to be a deep, soul searching conversation between them for her to agree to coffee. She just needed to make sure it wasn't going to be ten minutes of her pulling conversation from the girl.

She checked the time on her phone which told her it was going on 7 p.m. which meant it was going on 10 p.m. in New York. After an internal debate with herself whether it was too late to call she figured if nothing else she would leave a message.

"Here goes nothing," Chloe breathed out as she dialed the number.

The phone rang three times and Chloe was preparing herself to leave a message when she heard loud music and shouting coming from the other end.

"Hello?" Chloe half shouted into the phone, pulling the phone away from her ear.

"Hello? Chloe? I'm sorry, I'm going to call you right back okay? Five minutes, tops! Be right back!"

Chloe didn't even really get a chance to say 'okay' before the line went quiet.

'Alright, not entirely what I was expecting but not totally out of the ordinary,' Chloe thought to herself.

She took a few more bites of her noodles and veggies before putting the leftovers in the fridge and found out who was no longer going to be dancing before she heard her phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Chloe? Is this Chloe?" she heard Beca ask in a much quieter place. She could still hear background noise but now it was wind and what sounded like a radio advertisement.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm sorry, I hope I didn't call too late." Chloe shifted to lay down on the couch and put her feet up on the armrest.

She could hear Beca chuckle a little.

"No, it's absolutely fine. We were just out celebrating but I was thinking of heading back to the hotel anyway."

"Beca, if you're supposed to be out celebrating with your friends you should be back wherever you were at before. I can call back another time."

"They definitely don't need me there to celebrate, trust me. I am much happier sitting in the cab talking with you anyway."

Chloe kept the 'awwww' to herself but the smile on her face was starting to make her cheeks ache.

"Well then, why don't you tell me what you were celebrating?"

"We actually signed a couple of deals to get some artists on my cd that Cynthia Rose is helping put together. We should be able to get into the studio soon and record some things soon now that we've got more of a solid plan."

"So you are a musician! And a CD! That's a big deal, Beca! Congratulations! What about Jesse? Does he play in the band or something?"

"Thank you! I mean we still have to do a lot of the work, but it is pretty exciting. And Jesse's my manager. We did grow up together and did some music stuff in the past but he got out of it for business school. If you're lucky though you can sometimes hear his sweet tunes when he's in the shower. Like buttah."

Chloe couldn't help but laugh at this visual as she could easily see Jesse impersonating Ferris Bueller with a shampoo spike going on in his hair and using the shower head as a microphone. He seemed like a goofy kind of guy like that.

"And what about you, Beca? Do you sing sweet tunes or do you play something?"

"Well, I can play guitar and piano but I mostly mix. I'm more of a DJ than anything else right now. I do sing some back up stuff on some tracks when I need to."

All of a sudden Chloe wished she would have taken Stacie's advice and Googled Beca before calling her. She had pegged the girl more as a bassist or something, maybe a singer, but now thinking back to Beca with her large headphones on she could totally see DJ.

"Which would be a good reason to know David Guetta then, huh? I'd love to hear some of your stuff sometime."

"Yeah, it definitely can't hurt to know someone like David. I'm sure we can arrange for you to hear something sometime. Enough about me though, what about you? How have you been?"

"I've been good. I actually wanted to apologize that I didn't get a chance to call earlier. It seems like all I've had time to do is fly, sleep, shower, repeat. Occasionally I'll get to grab a meal."

"You definitely don't need to apologize. I mean you called, that's all I hoped for right now anyway. And your schedule sounds crazy busy. Do you like it? Flying I mean."

"All you hoped for right now, huh?" Chloe asked teasingly.

"For right now, yeah."

Chloe could almost see the smirk in her head.

"Alright…for now. As for flying, I'm in a new position that keeps me busier than when I was just regular cabin crew. I love flying though and seeing so many different places and people. It's not always as glamorous as everyone might think but I honestly couldn't picture myself doing anything else for a living."

"Well, I would have to say you were the best flight attendant I have ever had the pleasure of flying with. And if you're doing something you love and that you're good at, that's great. "

"Beca, I spilled a drink on you. If that is the best service you've gotten on a flight you should get some money back or something back from those other airlines," Chloe deadpanned but ended with a laugh.

"Hey, it all led up to this so I'm totally okay with how it happened. Chloe, can you give me one minute? We are just pulling up to the hotel and I need to pay the driver."

"Sure," Chloe replied. She couldn't help but notice the girl was not nearly as nervous over the phone as she was in person. Beca hadn't stuttered or fumbled her words once yet. This seemed kind of promising so far in Chloe's book.

"Okay, back. Are you still okay to talk some more?"

Chloe looked at the clock and saw it had already been half an hour since she called. "Yeah, I'm still good. What about you?"

"Absolutely!"

Chloe could hear Beca making her way through the hotel and had to assume she was heading to her room. "Alright, so what's the plan for the rest of your evening? Did you grab some dinner already?"

"Yeah, we had dinner before we went out. The only plan I had for tonight was to talk with this beautiful girl I met earlier then settle down and sleep for the night. What about you? Did you eat?"

"Wow, who would have guessed under all that shyness was a sweet talker?" Chloe laughed but couldn't ignore the heat creeping up her cheeks. She loved that Beca called her beautiful – not hot, like Tom did all the time, but beautiful. It definitely had a nice ring to it. "But thank you. And yeah, I ate a little bit ago so I'm good."

"I hate to break it to you but I'm not really a sweet talker, I just have eyes that work. But…so I…I was just…wondering…"

Chloe waited a few beats for Beca to finish her thought. She had no clue exactly what the girl might be wondering so she wasn't about to try and fill in the blank.

"I was wondering what you were thinking when I asked you out."

She took a moment to think back to the few days ago when she first met Beca. It was still fresh in her mind so she didn't have to think too hard about it but she wanted to choose her words carefully.

"Well, it was definitely a surprise…but…a nice one."

"Okay, no violent gag reaction you had to fight back?"

Chloe didn't bother holding back the laughter this time. "Beca! No, nothing like that at all. I mean, I took your number when it looked like you might actually ask and dash. And I called so that's got to give you some positive feedback."

"Yes, I definitely got positive feelings seeing you call. Or at least hoping really hard it was you calling. But, I guess I just wanted to be clear about…what this could be? Does that make sense without making it seem like I'm ready to just jump into bed with you?"

Chloe had already spent a lot of her spare time thinking about this exact thing since meeting Beca. She hadn't seriously dated a girl before. She'd fooled around with a few but nothing serious came of it. As Stacie would classify it – she's played in the minors but never made the move up to the majors. To add to that she didn't really know if she was ready to commit to anything serious right now. Of course she was going to be honest, especially since Beca was asking pretty directly.

"I got the idea you were looking into at least a date. I am interested in that. Beyond that, I'd have to see how things go. I mean, I think you could be a very fun person to hang out with and I think there is a mutual attraction here but actually dating a girl would be kind of new to me. Nothing I'm opposed to, just new."

Chloe held her breath as she hoped she hadn't totally turned the girl off from at least meeting up with her once. With the little she knew about the girl so far she didn't know if her answer was what the other girl wanted to hear.

"Alright, here's what I think. When I am back in Los Angeles I'm taking you to dinner. I'm skipping that whole coffee idea and counting our fateful flight as our pseudo date. I think anything more about relationships should be after our first meal together, especially if we're delving into dating history. I've always felt that's the kind of talk to have least over dessert or drinks."

Closing her eyes and releasing her breath slowly, Chloe felt her anxiousness she felt melt away. She hadn't scared her away and she could see a dinner with Beca being a great time away from her own craziness. "I think I like that idea. A lot."

"Good, we'll get that set up. Sooo…mutual attraction, huh?"

Chloe just laughed and covered her face. "Of course that's what you took away from that."

She was happy to hear Beca laughing along with her. "Ah, of course it was!"