Whoever said that the director of A&R has the most glamorous job in the music industry had never actually worked as a director of A&R because Beca found herself drowning in paperwork for days.

The former director of A&R had quit deciding to go on a journey to discover himself and left a lot of work behind, work that Beca had to get done.

Beca groaned, throwing her head back when she glanced at the time and saw that it was 6:10 pm and that she had a huge pile to go through.

Sighing, she tapped on her text messaging app and sent out a text to Jesse that read: 'I don't think I can make it by 8.'

'What's wrong?' his reply came fast.

'I'm still at work.'

'When do you think you'll be done?'

'Maybe in three hours.'

'You alone, right?'

'Yes, why?'

'I'm coming over.'

As she read his text he sent another one.

'Chinese?'

'And cold beer!'

'Beer at work?'

'It's after hours. Shut up.'

'I'll be there in an hour.'

After 45 minutes of work, Beca decided it was time for a break. She wouldn't have had taken a break if it weren't for her sore neck.

Beca got up, stretching and yawning. She rubbed her neck, glancing at the elevator door when she heard it open and smiled, seeing that it was Jesse.

"Okay," she said slowly when she saw Matt step out of the elevator as well. She stepped out of her office and started to make her way to them.

"You're still here?" Matt said in surprise.

"Yeah," she slipped her hands in her pockets.

"Hi," she greeted Jesse.

"Hey," he smiled at her.

"They don't make you wear uniforms anymore?" Matt asked Jesse, thinking he was a delivery guy.

"Matt, this is Jesse my best friend," she nodded at Jesse.

"Sorry, man," Matt chuckled. "I'm Matt, we work together," he gestured at Beca.

"Pleasure meeting you," Jesse casually said.

"You too."

"I still have some work to do," Beca said to Matt nodding at her office. "I'm gonna go back to it," she started to make her way back.

"Your best friend is helping out?" he snorted.

"Mmhmm," she glanced back, glad that Jesse started following her.

"I am starved!" Beca took the plastic bag from Jesse's hand and pulled one of the boxes once they stepped into her office. "Thanks," she leaned up and pecked his lips.

"Yeah, no problem," he watched her walk to her desk and take a seat.

"You read all that?" he exclaimed, pointing at a pile on her desk.

"I read these," she nodded at the pile to her right. "I still have to go through these," she nodded at the smaller pile to her left.

"Jesus." He walked to her desk and handed her a beer can, "it was cold when I bought it."

"It's okay," she shrugged taking it and placing it on the desk.

"What have you been reading?" he took a seat.

"Well, all sort of stuff. It goes from recent changes to the department, resources wise, to contracts.- I'm gonna spend the weekend listening to the stuff the producers working here have made to get their style, you know?. I can't waste any more days on paperwork," she brought the chopsticks to her mouth. "I really thought I'd be done by now. I'm really sorry," she mumbled, chewing.

"Bec, it's cool. Really," he shrugged.

"Hey, Beca." They both looked up at the door, hearing Matt's voice.

"Yeah?" she said, swallowing.

"My friends and I are going to hang out at this new bar that opened, wanna tag along?"

"As you can see I'm kinda busy. And, I got other plans," she watched him nod then decided to tell him her plans because he had been hitting on her the entire week and it didn't bother at first- she was flattered- but the fact that he didn't take any of the hints that screamed I AM NOT INTERESSED was starting to irritate her. "I'm going out on a date," she informed him.

"Date?" he said in surprise.

"Yeah," she nodded amused by his reaction.

"Guy or girl?"

"Guy," Jesse answered him.

"Well, don't tie yourself down so soon," Matt said eyeing Beca eat. "You've been here, what, a week now?" he shrugged.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," she said looking down at the paperwork in front of her, hoping he'd get the hint and leave.

"I'm just saying, you should give yourself a chance-"

"-I know what I'm doing," she cut him off.

"Do I know him- I mean, does he work with us?"

Beca sighed loudly at his question, and as she was about to tell him to mind his own business Jesse answered him, "you're looking at him."

"Best friends going out on a date, that's cute," he chuckled.

"Hey, Matt what are you doing here?" Beca asked, changing the subject when she noticed how Jesse clenched his jaw and sat up.

"I forgot my sunglasses, they're vintage," he shook his sunglasses. "Pretty expensive," he said in sing-song.

"Cool. Well, I have a lot of work to do, so," she smiled tightly at him.

"Yeah, cool. I'll text you the address in case your date didn't go well," he said over his shoulders.

"Motherfucker," Jesse murmured.

"Jesse," Beca called when Jesse got up from his seat, "ignore him," she said when he titled his head.

"Didn't you hear what he just said? He's rude," Jesse said, keeping his voice even.

She shrugged, placing the takeout box on her desk, and got up.

"Matt is harmless," she walked up to Jesse and wrapped her arms around his waist then leaned up kissing him until she felt him relax. "What's in your back bag?" she nodded at his back bag once she pulled away.

"Something I baked for you," he leaned in and pecked her lips.

"What did you bake?"

"Brownies," he informed her.

Noting his grin, she knew there was something he wasn't telling her. "And?" she arched an eyebrow.

"They're pot brownies- don't worry they're not strong."

"Nice," she said, impressed.

"Yeah, you've been working after hours the whole week- your first week- I thought you needed some sort of reward for your efforts to get all the work your predecessor left done in a week," he placed a kiss on her forehead. "But, you're not having any until you're done working," he cupped her butt.

"You want me to go on our first date high?" she asked.

"No, these are for later," he kept grinning at her. "Besides, once you're done you'd probably be too tired to function," he sighed, glancing at the pile of paper waiting for her.

"If you still up for it in a couple of hours, I'm down. I'll have some coffee then I'm good to go."

"Get back to work," he held her shoulders and spun her around before pushing her towards her desk. "We'll see when you're done."

"Had fun stacking CDs?" Beca asked, remembering that Jesse had started working at a radio station.

"Uh, about that," he started to say, chuckling, "it didn't work out well."

"Why?" she asked, rotating her neck.

"Well, people working there are assholes and the interns made me feel like I'm a fucking dinosaur," he uncomfortably shifted in his seat.

"You're not that old, dude, you're 29!"

"I'm not going back," he shook his head.

"I could help you find something, Jesse-"

"-no, I'll figure something out," he trailed off watching her rub her neck in discomfort.

"Your neck hurts?" he asked.

"Yeah!" she huffed, rotating her neck and forcefully placing a sheet in front of her. "Just 10 pages to go then we're outta here," she said after counting the remaining sheets.

She threw her head back, rubbing her eyes, taking a quick break, and opening one eye when Jesse got up from his seat.

"Do you even take breaks in between hours?" he asked, giving her his hand.

"When I need one, I take one," she took his hand and got up.

"When was the last time you got a neck massage?" he asked, letting go of her hand and getting down on his knees on the floor before he gestured for her to sit on the floor.

"Like six months ago- what are you doing?"

"That's a long time, Bec," he reached for her hand and gently pulled her down.

"I can't stand a stranger's hands on me, you know that," she sat down on the floor.

"Sit cross-legged," he said into her ear.

She got tingly at the huskiness of his voice but knew he wouldn't initiate something sexual while she worked. She sighed then sat Indian style like he asked her to.

"Jesse, it should take me less than an hour to get it over with what's left," she said, feeling him take her locks between his fingers and move them on her shoulder.

"This shouldn't take long," he placed his hands on her neck and started to apply a little pressure on it. Finding tension knots, he focused the pressure on them, smiling at the soft moans Beca let out at the sensations his hands' movement were causing.

"This… uh… so good, Jesse," she shut her eye.

"You're really tensed up, Becs."

"I know," she sighed.

To say the least, Jesse was really good. So good that by the time he was done she was turned on.

"When did you learn to give massages like that?" she asked tilting her head to look at him.

"I'm a natural," he shrugged before he got up.

Beca was fast on her feet as well, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him. He opened his mouth for her instantly, digging his fingers into her waist.

"mmhmm… okay," Jesse said when Beca pressed herself against him then helped her wrap her legs around his waist as soon as she started to grind against him.

"What are we doing?" he asked her breathlessly, pulling away. He knew the answer and her gaze confirmed it.

"Ten more pages," he arched his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes and threw her head back groaning.

"Fine, put me down," she sighed.

"Even if you didn't have to work, we shouldn't," he put her down.

"Why, 'cause we're at my workplace?" she asked, walking back to her desk.

"No, 'cause we're going on our first date tonight," he adjusted his dick, thankful they stopped when they did.

She looked at him questioningly and he smiled at her.

"First date etiquette rule: no hooking up." His words made her chuckle as she picked up a sheet.

"What?" he watched her shake her head. "I don't wanna give the impression that I'm some sex-crazed dude," he shrugged.

"I lost count of the number of times we hooked up," she looked away from the sheet in her hand to hold his gaze.

"I don't do first date sex. I'm old school, baby."

"Fine grandpa," she shrugged.

"It's 9:13 pm, you sure you don't wanna head back to the hotel and rest. We can always go on a date tomorrow."

"I'm fine," she rotated her neck, gathering her stuff. She wore her messenger bag then turned to look at Jesse.

"No snarky comments," he warned when she opened her mouth to make a remark at the red rose he pulled from his back bag.

"I wasn't gonna," she took it from him.

"C'mon," he gave her his hand and she took it, interlocking their fingers. "This smells nice," she said smelling the rose.

"Glad you like it."

"What d'you wanna do?" she asked as they made their way to the elevator.

"I thought we could go bowling then grab a bite?" he titled his head to look at her.

"Okay," she squeezed his hand.

"So, Bec, since we already know each other," Jesse looked up from his phone, "I googled questions to ask on a first date for us to answer."

"FUCK YEAH!" she exclaimed when she hit a strike. "Sorry what were you saying?" she turned around.

"I said because we're friends and know each other, I googled questions to ask each other," he picked up a ball.

"You sure that's why, and not cause of your neat track record?" she asked teasingly.

"Sure, make fun of the guy that married the only girlfriend he ever had," he shook his head, throwing the ball and missing. "So there are a lot of question, we gonna pick randomly 5 each, cool?"

"Yeah," she shrugged.

"I'll go first," he looked down at his phone. "I know the answer to this… this too…" he murmured, reading the questions. "Okay, here's a good one: What quality is your automatic "no fucking way" when pursuing a potential relationship?" he asked then turned picked another ball. "Wait don't answer, I know this," he tilted his head.

"What is it?" she arched an eyebrow.

"You hate pretentious people."

"Correct," she said, sounding impressed.

"You told me when we went for lunch to go through your ground rules," he said swinging his hand back and forth before throwing the ball.

Before they roomed up, Beca made a list of rules they had both had to respect in order for them to live together as roommates- they broke some of the rules.

This time, Jesse hit a strike. He looked down at his phone, scanning the questions, "that question doesn't count, I still have 5."

"Okay."

"What's the most spontaneous thing you've ever done?" he asked then picked up a ball.

"Uh… I went on a road trip across the country to attend my friend's wedding in Maine. Amy convinced me that it'd be cool to surprise Cynthia Rose days ahead. I packed a suitcase in less than two hours- forgot a lot of things- and went on a road trip with Amy and Bumper."

"Road trip from where?"

"L.A."

"L.A to Maine. That is a long trip!" he said scoring a spare

"Yeah, I regretted it halfway through."

"How did Amy convince you?"

"Well, she said we'd take her car and I won't have to pay for gas with them and mentioned how I could invest the money I was going to put in the airplane ticket into something else."

"When was this?"

"Back when I first graduate college."

"Okay. How did you meet your best friend?- I know this one too-"

"Dude, ask me questions you want to ask me, I'm pretty sure these you're reading from are for people who don't know each other- we lived together. I know what you like to sing in the shower, for heaven's sake."

"And what's that?"

"Beauty and the beast's soundtrack," she answered, watching him stuff his phone in his pocket.

"Okay… let me think of something as we play."

"I'll ask the questions and you can jump in any time," she watched him pick up another ball.

"Fire away your questions, Bec."

"So you were in a relationship for over a decade right?"

"Yep," he nodded, focusing on the pins.

"Did you ever fantasize about someone other than your ex-wife while you were going at it?" she asked.

"Yes, a couple of times," he answered truthfully.

"Okay," she chuckled, impressed by his honesty. "Next question-"

"You not gonna ask me who?"

"It doesn't matter," she shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you'd answer."

He threw the ball and hit a strike.

"Smooth," she walked to the alley and exhaled eyeing the scores. He was ahead of her, it was her last shot to win the game.

"Thanks," he picked up his beer.

"Ever been outside the states?" she asked, swinging her arm.

"Nope," he chuckled.

"Not even Canada?" she glanced at him.

"Not even Canada," he grinned at her. She looked ahead of her and threw the ball, hitting a strike.

"Which countries have you been to?" he asked her.

"Canada, Mexico, the Bahamas, England, and Denmark."

"What were you doing in Denmark?"

"Winning the worlds," she answered throwing another ball and knocking 4 out of the pins.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot I'm talking to A cappella royalty," he took a bow.

"I'm pretty famous in the A cappella world," she picked up another ball and knocked the remaining pins, scoring a spare.

"A-cappella-nerds-fangirling-over-you famous?" he arched an eyebrow.

"Yep," she answered, focusing on her last frame.

"Nice," he said thoughtfully.

Scoring a perfect strike, Beca threw her fist in the air.

"Congrats," he eyed the scoreboard then watched her walk to him only to bend down and collect her bottle of water from the floor.

"Thank you," she straightened up, bringing the bottle to her mouth.

Jesse eyed her as she drank and couldn't resist not hit the bottle with the back of his hand and causing her to spill water on her shirt.

"Oops, I didn't see you there," he stoically said.

"My shirt is see through, asshat!" she looked down at her clothes.

"It's hot outside, it'll take roughly half an hour for it to dry out," he assured her, bringing his beer to his lips.

"You started it," she shrugged after she hit the bottle with her hand and made him spill beer on himself.

"Let's go eat," he grinned at her cleaning himself.

"You still like Falafel, right?" he asked as they walked.

"I love Falafel."

"Great," Jesse threw an arm over her shoulder. "I found the greatest Falafel truck in NYC."

"The greatest?"

"I'm talking foodgasmic, Bec. I went on a quest- A Falafel quest- to find the greatest for you, Becaaw," he placed a kiss on her head.

"So?" Jesse eyed Beca as she chewed.

"This is so good," Beca admitted.

"Told ya!" he couldn't keep himself from grinning.

Hearing her phone chime, Beca pulled it from her pocket. Jesse watched he as she chuckled while shaking her head as she read the text she got.

"Woodward just texted me the address to the bar," she informed Jesse.

"I don't like him."

"I'm pretty sure it's mutual," she took Jesse's arm in hers and started to walk.

"Does he bother you at work?"

"No. Quite the opposite actually. He's really entertaining. No matter how many times I turned him down this week he's still trying which is admirable."

"Well, he should stop trying," he pulled her closer to him.

"Don't worry about him," she looked up and held his gaze until he nodded.

"So I guess I'm dropping you off now, huh?" he asked her.

"I was thinking maybe we could catch a screening-"

"-You wanna watch a movie?" he interrupted her in surprise.

"-After eating some of the brownies you made."

"You wanna get high?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Our date has officially ended, you don't want sex, and I don't feel like going to bed yet."

"Oh I want my Beca fix," he placed a kiss on her cheek. "But, I stand by what I said: No first date hook up," he sighed.

"No, no, no, don't eat the whole brownie!" Jesse whispered yelled when Beca tossed an entire brownie into her mouth.

"You said they aren't strong," she shrugged.

"If you have a bad trip and start crying, don't resent me for it," he warned, taking a smaller piece than the one she devoured and eyeing it then deciding not to eat. She was going to be higher than fuck and he needed to look out for her.

"I'll be fine," she shrugged.

They found a cinema that was screening a documentary about Antarctica. And, half an hour into the documentary, Beca started to giggle uncontrollably, reaching to grab a handful of popcorn and stuffing it in her mouth.

"You okay?" he asked. Thinking that you're dying is the most common reaction anyone gets when they're high on edible. She was giggling which was a weird reaction.

"I'm fine. Now shut the fuck up I wanna watch this," she threw popcorn at him.

Jesse sighed a sigh of relief shifting his attention to the movie, occasionally glancing at her, and couldn't help but smile each time he looked at her. She was fascinated by everything in the documentary.

"I don't wanna go to bed yet," she said once they got out of the theater.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked.

"Let's go see Matt and his friends."

"You wanna go see that jerk you work with?"

"Yeah, I think we should go."

"You sure?"

"100% sure."

"Okay," he shrugged. She didn't get paranoid like he feared she would after eating an entire pot brownie. She was relaxed. It was nice seeing her carefree and happy for a change and not trying hard not to let anyone see the anxiety and stress she was dealing with.

"Woodward," Beca called, seeing him sitting by a table. She was holding Jesse's hand tightly while waving at her co-worker with her other hand. He smirked seeing her but his smirk dropped when he saw Jesse.

Matt gestured for them to join him and his friends. "Hey," she greeted. "We work together I think," she said, eyeing the people sitting by the table.

"Yes," Matt spoke. "But we're all in marketing," he informed her.

"Matt you met Jesse," she looked up at Jesse.

"Yeah, the best friend," he nodded.

"People I work with but don't know yet, this is Jesse," she pointed at Jesse.

"I hope it's okay that we joined you," Jesse looked between them. No one seemed bothered expect for Matt.

"Your date went well?" Matt asked, watching them take a seat.

"What do you think?" Beca asked.

"Bec, I'm gonna go get you a drink. Beer?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, beer will do," she grinned at him.

"Okay," he smiled at her then got up. He asked if anyone else wanted a refill then made his way to the bar.

"Two pints of your best," Jesse asked the bartender.

"Just a second," the bartender replied.

"You just pull it down," he told her noting that she didn't seem to know how to do it.

"Yeah, I know," she looked up. "It's just that the last time I used this it got messy."

"May I?"

She looked around then back at him, "Yeah." Jesse walked around and got behind the bar.

"You just gotta put the glass at 45 degrees and pour the beer," he started to pour beer. "And, when you gonna stop you straighten the glass up slowly."

He looked at her and found her eyeing the beer.

"How did you manage to not let the head become huge?" she asked noting that the foam was light.

"That takes practice," he stepped aside. "Try it," he handed her a glass and brought pint he filled to his lips.

"Okay," she exhaled.

"That looks all right," he shrugged taking the pint that she managed to fill. "Try to work on the foam thing." If he were her boss he'd fire her for the amount of foam in the pint.

"I will," she watched him walk around the bar and place the pints on the bar then pulled his wallet and paid her.

"Leave the change."

"Hey, are interested in a bartending job?" she asked him.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you want to bartend here? I don't really do this well, on my own- the other bartender got fired on his first day and I'm super new at this."

"They're looking for a bartender at this bar?"

"Yeah. Here's the ad," she handed him the ad. "They pay really well."

"I'll think about it. Thanks," he trailed off realizing he didn't know her name.

"Mae."

"Thanks, Mae. I'm Jesse," he smiled at her, picking up the pints then turned on his heels.

"Here you go," he placed the pint in front of Beca.

"Thank you."

"So, what do you do for a living?" Matt asked him.

"I'm an art teacher and a freelance composer," Jesse answered.

"And how did you guys meet? Are you like childhood friends?"

"You're a little curious, aren't you?" Beca looked at him after swallowing.

"Just tryna get to know you two better," Matt shrugged. "I don't know a lot of best friends who date."

"Now you do," Jesse chuckled eyeing Beca. "Bec, you got a mustache," he reached for a tissue and handed it to her.

"It's really cute that you decided to date. Who was the first to admit that they wanted more than a friendship?" one of the girls at the table asked as she eyed both Jesse and Beca.

Beca tilted her head to look at Jesse who shrugged.

"It's kind of a long story," Beca finally said.

"Do tell, please" Matt sighed.

"Well, we were roommates for…" she glanced at Jesse.

"Four months."

"Yeah, four months. Stuff happened. Jesse moved here. I had no intention of following him," she placed a hand on her mouth, burping.

"Then you got a promotion and move here," Matt finished for her.

"Yep," she nodded.

"You got your happy ending," another girl said.

Jesse nodded, sighing. They got a very happy ending- that if he didn't consider the fact that Beca was headed back to L.A and he was going to be still living in NYC.- he was positive that he can make her stay but he had to prepare himself.

"Jesse, can I sleep with you tonight?" Beca asked as they walked down the stairs that led to a subway station.

"Beca," he sighed.

"No, not fuck you actually sleep with you," she shook her head.

"You wanna spend the night over?" She nodded at his question, "I really wanna cuddle."

"Okay," he chuckled.

She spent the entire trip humming songs and occasionally getting to giggling fits. He really liked seeing her stoned.

"So, tonight had been fun," Jesse said as he pulled his keys from his pocket.

"It was."

"Even hanging out with your co-workers was fun," he stepped back and let her go in first.

"Yeah, making out while Matt watched was fun," she punched his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged.

"You want me to believe that you kissing me when Matt stepped out of the bar was purely coincidental?" she snorted. "Dude, I'm high, I'm not unconscious."

He was trying to keep his expression neutral. She was right it wasn't a coincidence. Jesse wanted him to see them.

"Hey do you think anyone at the table noticed how stoned I am?" she asked as they walked up the stairs.

"No," he shrugged, playing with his keys when they reached his level. "You look and act weirdly normal. I mean when I don't count the occasional giggles."

Stepping inside his apartment, Jesse kicked off his converse and took off his t-shirt. "You hungry or do you want to go to bed?" he asked.

"Let's go to bed," she started to make her way to his bedroom. he gave her a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts to change and went to brush his teeth.

"I don't have a spare," he said when she joined him in the bathroom and started to look for a toothbrush. "Wanna use mine?"

"Yeah," she shrugged taking it from him. He placed a kiss on her forehead then started to make his way to his bed.

Beca didn't take long before joining him on the bed. "Have you started looking for an apartment?" he asked, enveloping her in his arms.

"I didn't get the time," she sighed loudly. "This is nice," she rested her head on his chest.

"We should cuddle more often."

"We should," she agreed, "after sex," she patted his face.

"Night, weirdo," he chuckled placing a kiss on her forehead when she looked up.

"Night," she pecked his lips then rested her head on his chest. "I love you."

"I love you too," he squeezed her in his arms.

AN: Disclaimer: I do not endorse drug use or any sort of substance that can hurt any living being.