'You totally didn't have to do that you know,' Chloe said, turning to face Beca as she shut the station door behind her, 'I could have waited for you.'

'Out here? Are you kidding? No,' Beca shook her head. It was cold out here, and she felt the bite of the wind sharp on her face and hands. She hadn't brought a coat, and was forced to pull her hands inside the ends of her sleeves. 'It's fine anyway. I needed a break.'

Chloe giggled, and the chimes of laughter ran through Beca's body, infecting her and making her smile uncontrollably back. You're ridiculous, she thought to herself.

'So why do you work there, if all they have you do is stack shelves?' Chloe asked as they set off walking, side by side, down the dark street. She watched Beca fidget nervously with a loose thread between a finger and thumb that had been pulled from the hem of one of her sleeves.

'I just want to play music. That's all I want to do, and I figure if I keep at it long enough I get the chance to be able to do it one day. Luke, the station manager, he gigs a lot - and I've dropped tons of my mixes into his in tray - he says he'll listen to them and get me some work, so you know, I'll keep trying.' She shrugged and didn't look up at Chloe as she said this, and she knew it was a difficult subject to talk about.

'It's your dad, right? He doesn't like you doing it? Why?' Chloe asked.

'Yeah well he thinks you can only be great in todays world if you have a college degree.' Beca waved a hand nonchalantly. 'I mean, that's great if you're, you know, into all that stuff. I'm not bothered about saving the world from a disease or solving some great lawsuit. I just want to get out of here really and do what I want to do.'

Beca noticed that Chloe was watching her intently, and it inexplicably made her blush. 'Anyway, enough about me.' Embarrassed, Beca hurriedly tried to turn the conversation away from herself.

'It's cool, I didn't know that about you. And now I do.' Chloe gave Beca one of her smiles that were starting to become accustomed to driving her crazy. 'Oh shoot!' She said suddenly, and pointed towards a block of buildings a little way in the distance 'I swear- if it's shut-'

'This place is called 'Bohemian Wrapsody'?' Beca could just about make out the name from the dimly lit sign that hung above the restaurant. 'Are you kidding?'

'Seriously,' Chloe said, and quickened her pace, 'Best burritos ever!'

Beca rolled her eyes. She found she had to jog slightly to keep up with Chloe's strides.

'God damn it' Chloe said as she reached the front door of the shop. There were no lights on inside and she gave the handle a little shake, but it was locked hard. 'The bloody place is shut!'

'Never mind,' Beca said. 'We'll find somewhere else.' Chloe turned around.

Beca was standing a few yards behind her. Chloe hadn't noticed but she'd stuffed her hands inside the ends of her sleeves. She was trying to rub her palms together to get warm. Her breath came out in plumes around her - the air temperature had definitely dropped, and quickly. She noticed for the first time Beca wasn't wearing a coat.

'Jesus Beca, you must be freezing,' Chloe said, and reached up to unravel her scarf. 'Here, put this on.' It was the least she could do, she thought.

Beca protested, waving a hand. 'No it's fine - come on, we'll just try somewhere else, I'll warm up then.'

'No! I insist!' And with that, Chloe had removed her thick scarf from around her neck and had walked towards Beca. She saw Beca shiver as she approached, and hoped it was nothing more than the cold.

With the scarf in a loop between her hands she gently reached over Beca's head, and draped it around her neck. She saw Beca stiffen slightly as she reached in close towards her. Take control Chloe, it will be fine, she said to herself, but she found she couldn't shake the nervous butterflies that lingered in the deep of her stomach. She bit her bottom lip. Beca shivered again, and Chloe slid her hands along the scarf before looping one end under the other and pulling it tighter under her chin. The back of her hand brushed Beca's jaw as she did so and Chloe felt her body tingle from tip to toe. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Beca looked back into Chloe's eyes, unable to move. She was transfixed by her, leaning in towards her, feeling her warm breath on her cold face. She shivered, and saw Chloe nip her bottom lip between her teeth with a nervous smile. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't, and even though Chloe averted her gaze for just a second to finish tucking the scarf into her collar, she remained still, enthralled by the bright blue of Chloe's eyes.

For just a second Chloe looked as though she were going to say or do something. Her hand rested on the fold of the scarf she had just placed in Beca's chest for just a moment longer than necessary, and she lifted her gaze slowly from her hands to Beca's eyes, who were watching her own intently. Beca took a short sharp breath in - Chloe felt her chest move beneath her hands - and as if jarred by an unseen bolt of electricity Chloe pulled away. She looked at the floor awkwardly.

'What's the matter?' Beca asked.

'Nothing,' Chloe said quickly, and looked back up at Beca. She looked crestfallen, Chloe thought. 'Why?'

'Oh,' Beca stammered. 'No, er, no reason. You just looked like you were going to.. Say something. I thought you were going to say something.' She added, looking anywhere but at Chloe. She stuffed her hands into her pockets awkwardly.

Chloe took a deep breath. She watched Beca for a second, who tried to look everywhere but directly at her. Eventually Beca realised she wanted to look nowhere but at Chloe, and their eyes fell upon one others again.

Chloe smiled.

Now, she thought, kiss her now.