Finally.

After a long night of sighing, and head shaking, and literally just groaning because why did I get myself into this mess it was done. This stupid mix that Beca had been working for the past who knows how long, and probably all because of this one silly ginger she met in Reef's diner earlier that afternoon. Yeah, it was probably all her fault. Though really, Beca should be worried. Because if it was her fault, that meant she inspired Beca to finish her mix. Or more like she just plain out inspired Beca.

Chloe huh. Chloe was a nice name, at least to Beca. She'd practiced saying it multiple times while staring at her ceiling, in between those two minute stress relieving breaks she'd take. She told herself that it wasn't weird, practicing saying a name. But now the small DJ had gotten used to it. It felt normal on her tongue now, which was an odd thing to say. But it was true.

Thinking back to her conversation with the ginger, Beca wasn't even sure what she said. She was pretty certain she had said her name, and, being Beca, had probably thrown in a snarky remark. She hoped it wasn't too bad of a comment, because she did want to see Chloe again. Had she scared her off? She did seem a little upset at the end of their conversation, if Beca remembers correctly.

The DJ groaned, and pinched the bridge of her nose as she leaned back in her seat. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, and leaned back over her computer, saving the mix and making a copy that she added to a portable USB simply titled Beca 9.27 before closing her Mac and pushing it to the back of her desk. It was probably late again, but this time Beca didn't bother checking her phone for the time. Instead, she just plugged it in to charge and set it by her bed, before slipping into a baggy shirt and falling into bed.

That cursed alarm. One day, it wakes Beca up at least an hour before she was supposed to be, and the next it doesn't even go off.

Which is why Beca missed her lit class.

The brunette stared at her phone with a very disgruntled expression. Her makeup wasn't done, her hair was in a messy bun, her shirt was twisted and hung off her shoulder, and she was wearing these shorts that looked a lot like boxers, but if you called them boxers Beca would deny any knowledge of owning them. Something she would most definitely not wear in public, and she was ever-so-grateful that Kimmy Jin seemed to have a class at the moment.

It was about 1PM, and her stomach knew this, but Beca didn't feel like going anyway right now. She just wasn't feeling it. So she just sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone, until her eyes started drooping.

And then her phone vibrated.

It shocked Beca more then it should've, and the brunette jumped, nearly loosing her grip on her phone that she now held tightly. She sighed, and pressed the on button lightly. She frowned at the text message.

Jesse (1:08pm): Becaw!

Jesse (1:12pm): You awake?

Jesse (1:17pm): Beeeeecaaaaaaa.

Beca groaned, unlocking her phone to text Jesse back. She'd met the little (or, not so little) ball of ''movications'' and ''juice pouches'' at her DJ internship. Sure, he could make her laugh occasionally, but the CD cover game was getting old, and she was really sick of his movications by now. Because Beca hated movies. And while a few a them a good, Jesse suddenly took a turn in the direction of watching old, sappy, romance music, insisting that they have some of the best soundtracks. And she wasn't that dense, she knew Jesse kinda had a thing for her, but she really wasn't interested right now.

She typed in a quick reply.

Beca (1:21pm): Getting food. Call u later.

The small DJ frowned at her text, but shook her head. It's good enough. Now she just needed to try and look remotely human before she headed to Reef's for a bagel.

30 minutes later and Beca was opening the door to Reef's diner, wearing a very casual black long sleeved shirt with skinny jeans and an old pair of converses she had found earlier that afternoon. She slowly stepped inside, while rubbing her eye because she was still hella tired, which was a problem, considering it was almost 2PM.

The moment she began walking up to the counter, she was greeted by a hearty; "Afternoooooon Mitchell!" from Reef, who was leaning over the counter and grinning widely at her.

"Hey, Reef." Beca greeted, nonchalantly putting her hands in her pockets as she strolled up to the counter. "I'll just do a.. bagel. Plain, creamcheese. And a-"

"Chocolate milkshake, large, touch of whipped cream. Got it."

Beca rolled her eyes. Of course Reef had memorized her drink. She got the same thing ever since she discovered Reef made killer milkshakes. "Yeah, I'll do one of those."

"Gotcha, lil' miss." Reef began to head towards the kitchen, when he froze in his tracks like he remembered something, then he backtracked and faced Beca. "By the way, Red's sitting alone at table four." he said, throwing in a wink before turning back towards the kitchen.

Beca blinked a few times, before turning around and inspecting the diner. It was empty, save for the same couple from yesterday in the same booth, and... Chloe.

Chloe was here.

The ginger sat alone at a table four two, that was just by a window that looked over the campus. She had a small latte and what seemed like a half eaten blueberry muffin accompanying her as she stared intently down at a book. Her eyebrows where scrunched together in concentration as her bright blue eyes scanned page after page. Beca was contempt just watching her for a while, before she realized she was staring. She awkwardly cleared her throat, before quietly whispering to herself; "You can do this Mitchell."

The tiny DJ slowly began to weave her way towards her table, trying hard to think of a conversation starter. She didn't give herself enough time though, because she had reached Chloe's table, and Chloe had noticed her.

"Beca!" she said, a grin immediately spreading across her face as she bookmarked her page in the book by folding down the corner.

"Hey," Beca said curtly, playing the the ends of her sleeves as she searched for something to say. "Is uh... is this seat taken, by any chance?" Smooth Mitchell, smooth.

The ginger shook her head, and gestured for Beca to sit. The brunette remained her awkward self as she fidgeted a bit before pulling out a chair and sitting down and awkwardly clapping her hands together. "Hey," she repeated, in more of a breath then anything.

"Hey," Chloe echoed, still smiling at Beca like it was the easiest thing in the world. And Beca found herself caught up in that smile. Which was a problem, because Chloe was probably waiting for Beca to say something and...

This girl would be the death of her.

Hiiiiiii I'm heeeeere with a chapter updaaaaate.

Okay, yet again, probably a few minor typos here. I kinda didn't know how to end it because I really just wanted to get this up because I've been working on it for a while sooooo hey! Here it is! I hope you liked it (I finally got them talking... sort of) and yeeeep. Remember, reviews inspire me.

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