Beca held her art journal against her chest. Hugging it while she was walking out of the room and into the small coffee place inside the museum. She needed a drink after what she had just done. Her heart was still beating loudly while she was waiting in line. She couldn't believe that she did what she did. Drawing a stranger on her journal. And feeling a rush of emotions as she did so.
But little did Beca know that the very redhead who made her heart beat loudly, walked in the coffee place as well shortly after she went inside. Waiting in line too.
Beca ordered a simple iced caramel mocha and waited at the table for her order. Still lost in her own thoughts. Still lost in that moment when she was drawing Chloe.
For some reason while Chloe was still waiting in line, she looked at her sides and saw the brunette sitting on her own, lost in another world. This attracted Chloe for a moment. She felt drawn to the little lady and thought to herself that she was just like that earlier. Lost in another place where reality can't touch.
Beca opened her journal once more, to look at her drawing. And added some doodles at the side of her image of redhead.
Chloe made her order and walked over to where the brunette was sitting, who was grinning while she was looking down to her journal. Clutching a pencil on her left hand.
"Hi. Excuse me?..." chirped Chloe as she paused her steps in front of the lady sitting by herself.
Beca, who was still in the place between fantasy and reality...like a person who was half asleep, immediately said without looking up "Yes?"
"Is that seat ta-" Chloe's eyes landed on the drawing that Beca was still dumbly staring at "...ken..."
Beca's eyes furrowed at the odd way the word taken had a pause in the middle of the word itself and looked up wondering who wanted to sit next to her.
And just from the glance of Chloe's shirt, Beca thought F U C K. Her eyes paused on Chloe's torso. She feared to look to the eyes that had captivated her earlier. Which are probably filled with confusion and discomfort right now. Because her journal was still wide open, exposing the drawing she made earlier which are now surrounded by doodles of planets and stars.
Beca's face was showing obvious signs of discomfort and embarrassment. Because her eyes were wide open like a dear caught in headlights and she was blushing, her face red like a tomato. The only thing she hears in her head at that moment was her saying the word fuck several times.
"Is that me?" Chloe asked. She couldn't have mistaken it. She knew it was her because of the scar on the image's forehead, the v-neck shirt and the most obvious sign, her name.
Beca, chewing her lip, slowly started looking up to Chloe's face.
Their eyes met at the same instant.
And to Beca's surprise, instead of confusion, anger or any other negative emotion, Chloe's face showed glee and amusement.
Chloe laughed at the expression on Beca's face. The brunette looked cute and embarrassed she was indeed.
"You're good." Chloe smiled at Beca, who started pulling and playing with the ends of her.
"May I?" Chloe asked pointing to the unoccupied chair across Beca, who nodded as a reply.
Beca felt like- NO... Beca was dying of embarrassment and no longer was she in that place between fantasy and reality. She wonders why she still hasn't closed that damn journal by now.