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It's easy to get completely stray from your path in life and create a new, somewhat better universe in your head. You live in your bubble and anything or anyone you come across get to know the side you carefully created in order to make them like or dislike you, for whatever reason. From a young age, we are taught to be careful who we open up to, all of that "stranger danger" nonsense at the time turns out to actually be quite useful, be it keeping a distance from strangers in white vans or offering candy, or opening up to new acquainted people in your surroundings. It is hard to trust someone, especially when you've been let down many times. And trust someone again is not a simple task, but when you finally trust them, it only takes the door closing to lose it all and go back to the start.

/Three years later/

Beca hated waking up early. It was frustrating to wake up tired every single day. She could have went to bed at 8p.m (this was extremely rare) or 1a.m, usually being the chosen option as despite the DJ obtaining a job as a journalist at one of New York's monthly magazines, she still loved music. It was Beca's main passion and true love. She has put it first since she was in high school, however, for some reason she always failed to make it as a career path. The producer she went to an interview with said she was too alternative, and her mixes used already existent songs, therefore, it wouldn't get her far in this particular industry.

Once she finally did her make-up-now a lot more settle than back in her college years and curled her thick brown hair, she put on a skin-tight royal blue dress and heels. It was October, and realistically you could freeze to death on some days and so Beca quickly threw on a faux fur coat which made her look beautiful paired with a belt. Her job brought out a much more feminine side and she was surprised herself when one of her new colleagues, Stacie, invited her shopping during the first week. Beca was happy with her appearance, she felt confident and pretty, something she wouldn't have admitted three or so years back.

Despite a decent income, she didn't want to splurge so early in her life in New York. The town was fairly expensive, and she had to adjust her budget- and ask her father to rent our her one bedroom apartment nearby Soho. It was doable, but she basically had to live on takeout, and her chosen mode of transport was walking. Taxi's were only a luxury, really. Her hatred for waking early was a big issue and she couldn't go to work and actually function like an average human being if she didn't get her daily coffee intake. She locked her apartment in a rush and bolted down the stairway- miraculously not breaking her heels, or legs. Even at as early as at 8a.m, New York was pumping with life. Thousands upon thousands of people everywhere you looked, some going to work, some getting taxis or rushing down to the subway, some leaving their kids off at day care, or school. Beca picked up her coffee and was heading to one of the cities' skyscraper buildings filled up by numerous businesses. Luckily, it wasn't more than a twenty-minute walk from her apartment and she was almost there. Until she saw something she was sure she would never forget.

Two million pairs of eyes surrounding her, yet it was impossible to miss those bright blue orbs shining in the reflection of the cold morning sunrise. It could have lasted a second, two at most, but the brunette felt like she just witnessed hundreds of memories she hasn't even lived yet. The eyes were full of love and loyalty. She didn't know the person behind them but she was sure the owner's heart was just as pure as the iris' of those blue eyes. She didn't know much at this moment, but there was one thing for sure. She needed to know the girl with blue eyes and red hair.

After an internally warming momentum, she realised not only was she staring, but so was the girl. And in fact, the encounter was certainly longer than a few seconds. Oddly enough however, it was not awkward in the slightest- strange nonetheless.

It took Beca another moment to realise her coffee had disappeared. Actually, if it was her excellent observation skills she would see her hand was empty, however in this case it took noticing the girl in front of her bent down to pick it up.

"I believe this is yours." The red haired girl smiled, a smile that reached her eyes and made her forehead wrinkle slightly. She lifted the now half empty cup which surprisingly didn't explode on the concrete and reached out to hand it to the brunette who was now blushing immensely.

Beca shook inside, it was time to actually react like a normal human being does.

"Uh. Y-yeah that is my, um, my.. Cup. Of course, its my cup. Thanks" She looked down, afraid to have made an absolute fool of herself in front of the mesmerising stranger. The situation was now getting awkward and uncomfortable, alerting Beca to leave as fast as she could. She briefly smiled at the stunned girl and attempted to walk on, rembering she actually had somewhere to be, ten minutes ago. This was until she felt pressure on her arm- oddly familiar of a sensation, and turned around to see the red haired girl still looking directly at her and having a hold on her arm.

"Aren't you going to at least ask me my name?" The tall-ish woman sheepishly spoke, both shyness and curiosity evident in her voice at the same time. Beca swallowed before turning fully around to face the girl, mere inches apart from her.

"What is your name, stranger?"

"My name is Chloe." She smirked.