"Didn't you say you didn't come here often?"

Beca and Chloe had been sitting opposite each other for a while, stealing nervous glances at each other, or, at least, Beca was nervous. Chloe seemed perfectly comfortable, albeit a bit at a loss for words. Finally, Beca recalled bits of her last conversation with the ginger. And thank the gods she did, or else she was pretty sure she would crumble under the awkwardness and make up some excuse to leave.

"Oh," Chloe said, her smile faltering slightly as she shifted, but it came back full force once she started talking again. "Yeah, well, I do remember mentioning the incredible menu," she said slightly, throwing in a wink at the end of her sentence (which made Beca blush slightly, but if you question that she'd deny everything).

Beca raised her eyebrows and looked at her selection of food. "You're eating a muffin," she pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"S-so?" Chloe retaliated, cursing herself for stuttering. "It's a killer muffin."

"I'm sure it is."

And then they fell into an awkward silence again. Both girls occasionally glanced at each other, before looking around the room and doing it again. That is, until Beca's phone blared out the tune of November. It was a song she'd found while looking through multiple YouTube videos and accidentally stumbling upon a cover done by the artist, Gabrielle Aplin. It was one of those songs that she wouldn't listen to on a usual day, but had caught her attention and she found herself playing it on loop.

She groaned, knowing full well that is was Jesse calling, November being the ringtone she assigned to him. Chloe looked at her brunette friend, raising an eyebrow. "Ex?"

Beca rolled her eyes so hard she convinced herself she saw her skull. "He wishes," she muttered, pulling out her phone and swiping across the screen before putting it to her ear. "Hey, Jesse."

"Becaw!" the voice on the other end of the line was very close, and very loud. A little too loud. Beca held the phone away from her ear slightly as Jesse continued to talk. "Did you forget to call me? It's 2:43, Beca. Not cool." and Beca thought he was genuinely upset at first, but then he laughed and she shook it off.

"Yeah, sorry Jesse," Beca said, frowning and leaning into her hand. "I'm out with someone right now so-"

"Is it a guy?" Jesse interrupted. He seemed much more serious now, and that kinda made Beca nervous. She looked up at Chloe, whose eyebrows were furrowed and had this look on her face. Something between confusion and being worried and... distaste?

Beca slid the phone onto the table and tapped the SPEAKER icon, before stating. "It's a girl. Her name's Chloe," to which Chloe waves at the phone, which is ridiculous because Jesse and see her, and says a very high sounding; "Hey..!"

"Oh," Jesse said, his voice rattling slightly on the other end of the line, before turning into a normal sounding; "Hi, Chloe. Becs, wanna go out for dinner sometime? Like, how's tonight?"

Beca looked up at Chloe, eyes wide and eyebrows arched as she vigorously shook her head, and gave her new found friend pleading eyes.

Chloe took the hint, looking from Beca to her phone on the table. "Actually..." she began, glancing back up at Beca, who was now nodding to encourage her ginger friend. "Sorry Jesse. I promised Beca I'd take her out for a ice cream after lunch, then she's coming to my place." the ginger finished, smiling to herself and throwing Beca a wink, then laughing at her gaping expression.

"What?" Jesse groaned over the line, and Beca could picture him slouching. "That sucks. Fine... don't get into trouble, okay?"

Chloe was staring straight at Beca as a grin found it's way onto her face. "Oh, I'll take good care of her." she said, gaze never faltering. She had succeeded at making Beca squirm in her clothes again, and it was great.

"Okay then. And on that note, I bid you too farewell. See you later, Beca."

Beca shut off her phone without saying goodbye, instead, she muttered, "Yeah, I kinda hope not." as she put her phone back into her pocket.

Chloe leaned forward in her seat. "He's so into you," she said, and Beca had to force herself to not look away, because it felt like Chloe was slowly sinking a dagger into her heart with those eyes of hers.

"Yeah, well, it's completely one-sided." she said, frowning and rolling her eyes - she seemed to be doing a lot of that on Jesse related events. "He's like my older brother who I have to look after because God knows what would happen if I don't. Plus, he's not my type." She rambled, gesturing with her hands a few times.

"What is your type, Be-ca." the ginger muttered, sounding out the smaller woman's name.

"Human, preferably." Beca answered, raising her eyebrows. Chloe laughed, and fell back into her seat beaming. She paused, and looked at Beca with a pointed expression when the brunette's stomach growled.

"Shit," Beca cursed, looking over her shoulder to see her milkshake and bagel sitting on the counter, while Reef stood by the coffee machine, humming lightly as he stirred his newly made dark coffee. "Just a minute, Chlo... Chloe?" she said, eyebrows furrowing before she shook her head and went to get her milkshake and bagel.

When she came back, a bit of whipped cream on her nose from the milkshake, Chloe was grinning again. Beca was about to ask her what's up, when she said; "Chlo's fine, Becs." To which Beca rolled her eyes, though she was smiling behind the whipped cream in her cup.

Chloe was lying when she said she'd take her out for an ice cream.

Beca found herself being dragged out to a Baskin Robbins by the ginger, and she also found herself waiting what felt like thirty years for the same ginger to choose one of the 31 flavors. Eventually she settled for a Lunar Cheesecake (which Beca thought was a completely ridiculous name, but then again, it was a kinda ridiculous flavor. Green cheesecake?) and Beca went for a classic chocolate, not wanting to go through the whole choosing process.

The two girls talked for a while, laughing when Beca got chocolate ice cream on her nose - which Chloe offered to lick off, but Beca quickly turned that offer down, wiping it off with her sleeve instead.

It was about 8:30PM when Beca had to go. The two had followed suit with their improvised plan, so Beca found herself sitting on Chloe's bed in Chloe's bedroom in Chloe's flat, which sounds normal, but Chloe's small flat was a sight for sore eyes. It may be small, but the walls where this nice pale blue/green color and the floor was made of some kind of light brown wood and there where pictures - tons and tons of pictures - and giant dark blue music notes hanging from the walls, and a a whole array of different instruments, and a cute little table accompanied by a cute little kitchen and Beca was instantaneously in love.

Not that she'd ever say that, though.

Chloe had talked her into watching an episode of Buffy, which turned into a marathon. Chloe would insist Beca was totally into it, to which the DJ would shake her head and answer with; "I just wanna complain about Angel's brooding self and oh my gods, that bitch Cordelia?"

And Chloe would take offense every time and retaliate with; "Hey! Cordelia is not a bitch!" and they'd get into a small argument over Cordelia, occasionally bringing in other characters to back up their respective points of view.

Chloe usually won.

Which prompted another episode.

Eventually, Beca had got a text from Luke, the station manager, informing her that she should probably tell him next time she wasn't going to show for the night swore loudly, and texted him back a quick; "Sorry! I wasn't paying attention to the time, I'll be right over." before telling Chloe she had to go. The redhead looked visibly crest fallen until Beca explained why, which is when Chloe offered to give her a ride (which the brunette turned down, insisting it was withing walking distance.)

At 8:34, Beca stood under Chloe's door frame, making light conversation with Chloe as she put on her shoes.

"Okay!" she said, standing up straight and clapping her hands together. "How do I look? You know what, don't answer that." Beca said, nodding as she stepped outside Chloe's door and into the hallway. "Alright, well, night Chlo. I'll... uh... text you later."

"Gotcha," the ginger answered, smiling a little. "Now get going, or you'll really be late." she prompted, ushering her out of the door. "Go get em, Becs!" she tied up, giving Beca a slight smack on the back, before smiling and closing the door, only to pop her head out as Beca was halfway down the hallway to call; "And you look great!"

Beca caught herself smiling as she sat at the DJ booth, settling in and beginning her shift. She chose to play the first song on her USB tonight, which just so happened to be the mix she'd been working on, inspired by a certain redheaded singer.

Whomp, there it is! Chapter three y'all. Okay, so, two things. I have the chapters for this story already mapped out, so that'll help me write (yay) and if you haven't take a look at my profile real quick and read what I wrote about the story. And look out for my new multichapter fic, Chloe, that'll come out... soon. I hope. Anyway, again, sorry if there are minor typos. And remember, reviews inspire!

xoxo

~Beale