The girls had only talked for about 15 minutes more before saying good night to each other and saying they would keep in touch before the dinner. Beca thought the phone call went really well, way better than she would have expected. She didn't feel like she was under any sort of "liquid courage" influence from the drinks earlier but she really hoped the dinner would go as smoothly. She was really looking forward to getting to know Chloe more. In every interaction with the girl she seemed so genuine. Beca had never met anyone who seemed to truly care about people they barely knew but there was Chloe, a shining example.

Beca got ready for bed but quickly found out that sleeping may not be an option right away. She couldn't believe everything seemed to be going her way for once -the music, the career, the friends, and a potential girl. Of course her natural reaction was to start looking over her shoulder every chance she got waiting for the other shoe to drop, but, for just a minute while alone the in safety of her Manhattan hotel room, Beca Mitchell let herself enjoy this moment. She turned on the TV and flipped to the first music channel she came across. Miley Cyrus came across the speakers and without a moment of hesitation Beca joined in the chorus of Party in the USA, jumping on top of the bed and dancing for all she was worth.

When the song was done Beca laughed at herself in the mirror as she hopped off the bed, seeing her hair coming out every which way from the messy ponytail she had pulled it up into. She turned down the TV and went over to her laptop while she fixed her ponytail with a new mix idea ready to burst out of her if she didn't get started on it.

Beca was about half way through laying the initial track when she felt her phone vibrate on the desk. She picked it up and saw a text message from Jesse. She opened the message which read, "Open up, please." Beca slid her headphones off and went over to her door looking through the peephole to see Jesse staring back at her. He looked a bit more sober than earlier so she decided to take her chances. She unchained and unlocked the door and let the boy in.

"Sweet Jesus, about time. I've been knocking for the last ten minutes. What have you been doing?" Jesse asked as he flopped onto her bed.

Beca walked past him over to the desk and her laptop again. "Please, feel free to make yourself at home. Would you like some water too?"

"Yeah, that'd be great actually!" Jesse sat up expectantly.

Beca simply turned back to stare at him blankly.

"Oh right, that wasn't an actual offer of good hospitality, that was sarcasm. Got it. Well, I'm still going to help myself to a bottle," the boy said as he got up and grabbed a bottle he saw on a side table, cracking it open and taking a large gulp of it.

Beca rolled her eyes and turned back to the screen where her music still sat on pause.

"So why'd you disappear? Cynthia Rose just said you were heading back to the hotel. Did we bore you? I know you probably could have done better with the music but it wasn't all bad." Jesse sat back down on the bed grabbing the remote and flipping through channels on the quiet television.

"I got a phone call I had to take." Beca tried to keep the stupid grin off her face by holding her lip muscles tight but she could tell it was a losing battle. She could hear Jesse stop pushing buttons on the remote and then heard a slight shuffle of fabric. Jesse all of a sudden appeared next to her sitting on the desk.

"Oh my God, that's right! I'm an idiot! Please. Please tell me that phone call was from a certain flight attendant with eyes the color of the ocean on a clear day, hair as bright as the flames in your heart, legs as long as…"

"Where do you come up with this stuff?" Beca tried to shove him off the desk but was unsuccessful.

Jesse laughed and smacked lightly at her arm pushing against her. "Seriously, Beca, that is great! What did she say? Are you two hanging out soon?"

"Well, we just talked a bit about the trip here, her flying, and then a little about us, just random things after that." Beca saved her work and started closing the programs on her laptop. She could tell she wasn't going to get much more work done on the mix tonight.

"Hey, way to be vague and general there, Beca. Are you really not going to tell me the details?" Jesse took another drink of water but also started to kick the side of Beca's chair gently to get her attention.

"Has anyone told you that you act like a high school girl sometimes?" Beca laughed while she pushed Jesse's leg away from her chair as she stood up to pack her laptop.

"As a member of the female population, you probably shouldn't use that as an insult." Jesse jumped down from the desk to sit in the now abandoned roller chair.

"Yeah, well, I don't know how great of a representative I am, especially when I was that age. Perhaps we should trade cards?" Beca went back over to the bed sliding in at the top leaning back against the pillows resting against the headboard.

"As tempting as that is, I'm going to pass. You all have too much drama, which I prefer to keep on the screen or stage, thank you very much. So what, is she at least interested? You don't seem super pumped. Did she turn you down?" Jesse rolled the chair closer to the bed, grabbing the remote before Beca could to ignore the conversation he was trying to make by messing with the TV.

"No, she didn't turn me down. We have a date when I get back," Beca huffed.

Jesse's jaw dropped. "Beca! That's great! Why are you not jumping on the bed right now?"

Beca smiled slightly and looked at the bed she was on. Jesse followed her gaze and saw the disheveled state of the blankets for the first time and chuckled.

"I see. Been there and done that, huh? Well, good. But what's the deal now?"

"There's no deal, I just don't want to jinx it or over think it all and make myself so nervous I can't function. It was nice just to be able to talk to her without stumbling over myself like a moron. And it sounded like I'm going to have to win her over on this first date if I want things to go anywhere."

"Did she say that?"

"Not in those exact words but it sounds like she's definitely on the fence about this whole thing. She's willing to give it a chance though. It's more than I thought she'd give me at first."

"Alright, operation Woo Chloe will immense tomorrow. First order of business will be to come up with a better operation name. Then we will need to find out what kind of food she likes, what she likes to do in her free time, and whatever else we can find out. We will also definitely need to pick out an outfit for you. She seems like the dress up when going out type and you can't just slob it up if you want to win her over." Jesse said leaning over and grabbing the little pad of paper and pen by the phone on the bedside table. He started making a list as he rambled on more to himself than Beca.

Beca furrowed her eyebrows and glared over at Jesse who didn't even see the look of indignation. "What the hell? Slob it up? I do not dress like a slob."

"You can sometimes. But, you do have the occasional cleavage showing outfit and one of those should work well. We'll just need to make sure you're dressed for the restaurant. Here, I'm writing this all down for you so you know what you'll need to find out from Chloe so we can get this set up."

Beca turned to look at the ceiling. She lifted her head so she could take a pillow from behind her and place it over her face while Jesse continued to plan 'the perfect date'. Beca decided right then and there she was going to make Jesse a Lady Card. Sparkly and pink.

Chloe hung up the phone after the girls' conversation wound down and she told Beca she didn't want to keep her awake any longer if she had a long day ahead of her. She looked at the time again and decided to send Stacie a text message to see if she was around. She grabbed a random magazine from the coffee table to keep herself busy. She only had to wait a few minutes to receive a reply saying that Stacie was in from flights. Chloe sent her another message asking if Stacie could come over or if she could call. Within seconds her phone rang.

"What's up, Chloe?"

"Hey, I was just wondering if you were around and free tonight. I wanted to run something past you and see what you thought. "

"Yeah, I just got in from Denver. I was debating on just staying in or giving one of the guys a call. But I'll consider hanging out. What do you have to offer a girl?"

Chloe could hear the teasing flirtiness in Stacie's voice.

"Mmm…well, I have a bottle of wine we could open. Assuming you don't' have to fly in the next 24."

"You assume right and I like where your head's at but you're going to have to sweeten the deal, Beale. What else have you got?"

Chloe laughed and rolled her eyes. Of course her friend was going to make her work for it.

"I have some left over Thai food you can have. You can choose whatever we watch on TV and I'll donate a carton of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream to the evening."

"Chocolate chip cookie do…Oh goodness…please tell me…" Chloe could hear the growing excitement in the other girl's voice.

"Yes, the ice cream is actually Aubrey's."

"Sold! To the desperate red head down the hall!" Stacie laughed. "Just let me get the plane stink off and I'll be down."

Chloe laughed and went over to the shopping list both Aubrey and she kept on the side of the fridge adding 'ice cream' to the list. She knew Aubrey wouldn't mind her sacrificing the ice cream for her cause but she wouldn't be excused from replacing it. "Good, just send a text when you're on your way down."

About 45 minutes later both girls were settled onto the couch. Chloe had her feet up on the table in front of the couch and Stacie had a bowl of freshly reheated pad khee mao resting on her lap with her feet settled on Chloe's lap. Both girls had glasses of red wine sitting on the table. Chloe picked hers up and started to sip it.

"Alright then, why was I so thoroughly bribed here, Chlo?" Stacie asked as she started to dig into her dish.

Chloe finished her sip and looked over at Stacie. "Remember that girl, Beca? From the flight to New York?"

"Tiny brunette with the big headphones, heavy make up, and leather bound accessories that you were stalking? Yeah, I remember her. What about it?"

"I told you I wasn't stalki…guh..anyway…I called her. She's coming back this weekend and we're going out on a date."

Stacie stopped chewing and swallowed the food in her mouth, and looked at Chloe who seemed all of a sudden very interested in the episode of Dance Moms that was on in the background.

"Rrrrreeeallly? Chloe Beale, are you…actually interested in this girl or just trying her on for size?" Stacie wiggled her feet in Chloe's lap to get her attention.

"Try her on for size? She's not a car or a dress, Stacie. She was nice," Chloe answered, lightly pinching the wiggling feet.

"Awww, come on now, don't be like that. Okay, no more teasing. Talk to me. What's going through that pretty head of yours, Beale?" Stacie continued to eat and take drinks from her wine glass as she waited for Chloe to sort out her thoughts.

"I'm not sure. She's different. I mean, with all the guys I dated I never really thought about hurting them if it didn't work out, you know? I just always thought 'they're guys, they'll bounce back and forget about me'. With any girls I fooled around with it was never anything really serious and they knew that. Beca just seems like she might be different. She doesn't seem like she wants to just fool around and she seems so…I don't know…innocent isn't the right word but…vulnerable isn't quite right either." Chloe furrowed her eyebrows to think of the exact word she wanted to use.

Stacie watched her friend concentrate. "Basically, whatever she was or is, she made you care about her and her feelings already. That's what's got you so thrown."

Chloe looked up at Stacie and nodded. "I mean, I told myself I'd just give her a call and see where that went. Maybe we'd just grab a coffee if the conversation wasn't painful. But she was funny, and relaxed. She didn't try to throw every pick up line in the book at me, although she did flirt a little, but it was nice. It was like she just gave it shot too."

The two girls looked each other in silence for a moment. Stacie set the bowl down on the table and finished her wine. "Alright, so you're just two girls, feeling a little something towards each other, and you're feeling things out. I don't see anything wrong with that."

"I guess. It does seem a lot simpler when you put it like that. I'm over thinking things aren't I?"

Stacie set the glass down and switched her position on the couch, laying her head in Chloe's lap. "As of right now, I don't think there's anything to over think at this point. Just go with your gut on this one. Find out more of what's she's like instead of what she seems like. Go out with the girl, relax and for God's sake have some fun. You deserve it after all that training you went through and flying you're going through now."

Chloe sighed and began to run her fingers through the other girl's dark hair. "You're right."

Stacie smiled up at her friend. "Of course I'm right. I'm a damn genius."

Chloe laughed and poke Stacie in the side making her squirm a bit. "And so modest too."

The tall girl swatted at Chloe's offending hand while trying to remain on the couch. "What's the point of being modest when you've already bared witness to my geniuosity?"

Chloe had no come back for Stacie's twisted and yet somehow logical logic. She stopped poking Stacie's side and went back to combing the girl's hair with her fingers.

Stacie sighed contently once she was resettled and they both watched a few minutes of the crazy dance instructor yelling at the insane moms on the TV. "Now, don't think you're getting away without spilling more about Beca. And ice cream. Don't think I've forgotten about the ice cream, woman."