The next day Beca is up till four am, thinking about the note she is clutching in her hand. She desperately wants to talk to the stranger again. The issue is... how does she go about it in a way that isn't considered creepy? Beca paces around the apartment, trying desperately to think when she hears the angelic voice drifting through the thin walls and Beca can just make out the sound of a shower.
Who the fuck is up at four am singing in the shower? But Beca can hear the German in her voice as she sings and she just knows that it is the gorgeous blonde. Of corse she would be a morning person. Beca listens to the sound of her voice until the water shuts off.
Beca scrambles for a piece of paper and pen, scribbling quickly onto the paper in her awful handwriting. Beca takes another look at the note in her hand and she sighs. How does someone have that neat of handwriting? Beca runs out of her apartment and down to the bike, placing the folded paper on the seat and running back up to her apartment. Not noticing the fact that a blonde head was peeping through the window and watching.
After fifteen minutes the blonde walked out, in only an oversized black sweater that hung off one shoulder, her hair damp and clinging to her neck from the shower. She took the paper between her hands, unfolding it delicately. "Nice voice but is there a reason you sing at four in the mourning?"
The blonde smiles but Beca can see even from her view that it is teasing. The tall woman walks back into her apartment. Beca waits for almost an hour to see if she will come back out but she never does. Today Beca gets to take a day off the internship, a reward for giving good ideas. She had a mission to do the dishes, get the laundry done, and clean up her unorganized mess of an apartment but she finds herself struggling to concentrate. Luckily the day goes by rather quickly and Beca arrives almost half an hour early to work. Fat Amy is taking tables and Stacie is at the register. Beca quickly grabs her uniform and begins to wipe down tables. Usually she is a waitress but since she is early she can at least clean.
Beca freezes as she sees who is in the corner booth, a small two seat booth that has two rather large people in it. One is a man who has a bored expression and a button up short sleeved shirt with black pants. The other is her neighbor. They are both talking rather quietly but Beca can read the words on his arms.
Sleepy, stressed, irritated, annoyed, fine.
Beca looks over at the blonde, her hair in an up do with stylish pieces falling out. She wears black jean shorts and a black t-shirt that hugs her form in all the right ways. Beca finds herself wondering if all she owns is black.
The man she is with catches her staring and gestures to her, the blonde head turning slightly before looking back at him. Whatever she tells him must not be good because he is wearing a smug smirk and is gesturing at Beca to come over.
Fat Amy appears at her side. "Friends of yours?"
"No, but apparently the blonde lives next door."
Fat Amy looks back over. "She is hot."
"You are straight and you have Bumper." Beca reminds her.
Fat Amy puts up her hands in surrender. "Im not moving in on your girl Im just saying. Cynthia Rose probably wouldn't mind going for that."
"She is getting hitched! And Im straight!" Beca adds like an after thought.
She watches as the word amused write itself into Amys skin and rolls her eyes. Leaving before Amy can make another comment and walking briskly over to the booth. She has a notepad and pen in her hand looking at the man expectantly.
"Can I help you today?" Beca plasters on a fake smile.
"No, but she tells me you are being a stalker." The man says bluntly, his own accent much more prominent than his counterparts.
Beca looks over at the blonde and rolls her eyes. "I am not stalking you. If anything your stalking me! Showing up here."
"It is a restaurant, ja? Don't you want people to show up and eat?" Her voice sounds like pure curiosity but her expression tells Beca that she is just messing with her.
"Am I okay to leave if neither of you want anything?" Beca asks.
"Actually Pieter was supposed to be eating since that was the reason he wanted to meet at a restaurant."
The man, Pieter, nodded. "But I do not want anything just yet."
"Well... Let me know when you are ready." And with those words Beca moves onto the next table.
The two stay the entire time up until closing. Cynthia Rose having taken their order since Beca had been doing something at the time. Beca had gotten about three orders wrong and she blames it on the fact that she can feel their eyes watching her every move. Eventually Chloe tells her she can take care of it and Beca can just clean tables in which she manages to slip on her own job, causing a round of snickers from the restaurant.
At the end Beca approaches Cynthia Rose. "Do you know what their names are?" Beca asks gesturing to the two people about to leave.
"Uh... The guy is Pieter and the girl... She just goes by Kommissar apparently." Cynthia gives Beca a look. "I heard you having been stalking them. Apparently its true."
"Am not." Beca scoffs and hangs up her uniform and getting out quickly only to find that it is raining. She sighs as she begins to make the journey back before the blonde pulls up beside her, helmet on.
"Want a lift?"
"I don't take rides from strangers." Beca replies. "Although maybe you could tell me your name..."
"You are a very rude American. A stalker and now demanding my name when I offer to get you out of the rain?"
Beca thinks at first she over stepped but then she takes off her helmet and hands it to Beca, revealing a grinning face.
"Call me Kommissar."
Beca hugs Kommissars torso as they ride back to the apartment, smiling the entire time like a five year old in a candy shop.
