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An eerie silence enclosed the LACMA Café's dining room, seeing that the museum was closing, and the dinner rush was over. Bay was reading a magazine and eating a left over brownie when Mia, who had just finished freshening up in the bathroom, came back into the restaurant.

"Ready?" the brunette asked.

"Totally," replied Mia as she pinched a piece of Bay's brownie off and popped it in her mouth.

As the two girls left the café, all the night-lights came on inside and outside of the now dormant art museum. Multiple food trucks were parked on the street adjacent to the LACMA, and Bay and Mia decided to eat at one that specialized in Greek cuisine.

"Split a plate of falafel?" Mia asked.

"Sounds good," said Bay before she turned to the man under the sign that read Order Here. " One plate of falafel please."

The man then proceeded to tell their order to the chef in the back of the truck, " It should be ready in about 5 minutes."

"Thanks," said Bay and she smiled at the man.

Mia beckoned to Bay to come sit with her from the place where she found for them to eat while Bay was ordering. Bay walked over to the cluster of steps where Mia was sitting and plopped down next to the blonde.

"The order should be ready in five minutes," said Bay.

"Okie Dokie. So," Mia drawled her syllable in typical Mia style.

"So," Bay imitated her and raised her eyebrows.

"You start art classes at USC in a week. That's going to be awesome. I wish I could have gotten in with you. Looks like I'm stuck seeing you only at work," Mia said dramatically.

Bay snorted, "And at Jack's, and when you decide to have impromptu sleepovers at 11:30 at night, and when you drag me out to see horrible amateur plays, and…"

But she was cut off, " Yeah, yeah. I guess I'll see you then too."

The two laughed.

"Yeah, I am extremely excited, though. I mean, all I've ever wanted to do was to go to art school, and well USC is definitely not PRATT, but it's still USC!"

"I know! I'm so happy for you!" the blonde smiled, "Oh look! The smoothie truck's line is short. Smoothies?"

"Oh my god, Mia. You live and breathe off of smoothies. Do you seriously need one now?"

"You're doing it again!" Mia exclaimed.

"Doing what?"

"You're unconsciously signing" she replied as if it was obvious, " Geesh, Bay. You were doing it earlier this morning, but then you stopped so I assumed it was just old habit coming into play. Now you're doing it again. It hasn't been this bad since you started at work."

"I didn't realize I was doing it," Bay said as she looked down at her feet.

"Oh! I read somewhere on a blog- or was it a magazine? Anyway, unconscious signing can happen when someone who hasn't been signing in a while starts signing again, even if it's just for a short period of time."

Bay's hands started to get a little clammy.

"But you haven't signed with anyone recently," continued Mia. Mia had once tried to learn to sign once Bay had told her she could speak ASL, but she had never truly gotten the hang of it and could only remember a few phrases.

"Have you?"

Bay replied a bit too quickly, "No!"

"Oh. Okay. I'm going to go get that smoothie." Mia got up and made her way to the smoothie stand. Bay stayed behind and looked at the last drips of sunlight as they faded into the sky.

Should I tell Mia about Emmett? She'll kill me for not telling her sooner. Only of she asks, Bay reassured herself.

Mia came back with a strawberry smoothie in hand; she sat down gently and crossed her legs.

"Oh, Bay, how was that BBQ dinner thing? The placed looked really cool."

"Oh, that. It was fine." Bay quickly dropped her hands when she realized she was signing as she spoke again and gave a tight, little laugh.

Mia eyebrows quirked up; she clearly noticed the tension radiating off of her friend.

"Ah! Mia, your smoothie's cap is falling off!"

"That's weird," the blonde replied, "The cap's a bit big." Mia tried to squish it back down, but the cap wouldn't budge. Eventually, Mia just decided to leave the cap off, vowing to be careful with the fully exposed surface. But the smoothie's lid didn't keep Mia from prying for too long.

"So who did you eat with?"

Ugh Mia!

"You can't freak when I tell you."

"Oh my god, you finally agreed to go out with Sam!"

"Ew! No." Sam was one of the LACMA'S janitors that had taken a liking to Bay. He definitely wasn't what Mia liked to call a dignified gentleman.

"It was…"

"You're signing again!" she interrupted.

Bay dropped her hands in exasperation.

"It was Emmett!"

"EMMETT! You mean the Emmett that dumped you? The Emmett you came out here for? The Emmett. Him?"

"That's the one." Bay grimaced.

Mia was so shocked she spilled part of her smoothie on her part of her hair and her LACMA uniform.

"Does this mean you two are back together? Wait. Where did you two meet again? You have to tell me everything!"

Bay looked at the girl, noticed her spilled smoothie dripping off of her hair and onto the already existing puddle of blended fruit on her lap, then spluttered out,

"You know what, it's been way over five minutes. I should probably go get our falafel."

Darkness had finally settled into the City of Angels, and Bay disappeared into it to get her falafel. At the truck, she received her order, and didn't realize the confused look on the food truck man's face as she unthinkingly signed a quick "thank you" to him before briskly walking back to Mia.

Thank you for reading my latest chapter! Another thank you for all the wonderful reviews; they are so nice to read (and always welcome) :) Hope you enjoyed -M