"So then, she told me- What the hell smells so good!?" Chloe asks in frustration, cutting off the story she was trying but failing to tell due to the sweet smell of something and her hungry stomach. Beca had called Chloe to spend the night about a week after her and Kommissar's kiss at the museum. Beca had it so bad. She looked in her reflect and there were the words in love, giddy, excited, happy, dreamy, etc... Always marking either her neck or face. Beca found she was definitely becoming more of a stalker, going to the blonde's coffee shop a lot and Kommissar would draw her pictures. Or Beca would watch her leave in the mornings on her motorcycle.
Chloe right now had the words hungry, tired, and content, written on her shoulder, her pajama tank top and shorts made her an easy read. Beca had to admit she probably also had the word hungry plastered on her forehead due to her neighbor that seemed to be someone who baked at four am. Beca had half a mind to barge into whatever room the cookies were and steal all of them then get this person's number so she could bake Beca birthday cookies.
Chloe inhaled deeply. "I really think we should go find this person."
"We can't just go around and knock down everyone's door until one of them has cookies insids." Beca replies but it sounds weak because she really doesn't want to get something or make something to eat at four in the morning. She also wants to hear the rest of Chloe's story. Its only fair after all... Beca did go on and on about Kommissar for two hours straight.
"Like hell we can't." Chloe stands and offers Beca a hand who groans. Chloe was on a mission and she wasn't one to give up.
Beca followed Chloe through the hallways of her own apartment, wandering around, Chloe's nose in the air like a bloodhound. Beca watched in friend in amusement. After ten minutes Chloe sighed.
"They don't live here. We need to go outside." Chloe declares, heading for the stairs.
"You know we are perfectly capable of making our own food instead of stealing someone else's." Beca suggests but Chloe doesn't listen, choosing to instead to go out into the street and sniff the air.
Beca rolled her eyes and pointed at the apartment building Kommissar was at. One window was open and the light was on. Beca's heart skipped a beat when she realized that the window was Kommissar's. In fact she could hear the angelic voice saying something in... Not German but... Russian?
Chloe smiled. "Lets go,"
"Wait wait wait." Beca said, very aware and very self conscious of the fact she was wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants. Her hair was a wreck and she probably looked like a zombie.
"What?" Chloe whined, tugging on Beca's arm.
"That's Kommissar's place." Beca said and Chloe smirked.
"So we won't be stealing from a stranger!" Chloe said happily as they made their way up the stairs.
"Chloe!" Beca gestured at herself. "I can't-"
Too late, Chloe was knocking and the door was opening and Pieter was standing in the door way with dough on his head and a frown on his face. Not a real one but more a confused frown.
"Kommissar! You have a guest." Pieter called into the apartment.
"Who would be here at four in the morning?" Kommissar's voice answer from somewhere in the house.
"Your tiny maus and her friend." Pieter replied.
"Im sorry I smelled the cookies and Beca wanted to see Kommissar again-" Chloe began.
"Your a liar!" Beca glared at Chloe.
"What is she lying about?" Kommissar was dressed in a lose t-shirt and shorts, her hair pulled back into a messy bun. Because all of her clothes were black there was a bunch of white covering most of her clothes, flour obviously. She was also wearing glasses. Glasses.
Beca was dead.
"I... Umm... Sorry for interrupting you we can-" Beca stuttered.
Kommissar laughed. "No worries tiny maus Pieter was teaching me to bake. He is very good whereas I am the more skilled cook."
"Well it smells amazing." Beca smiled sincerely and Kommissar grinned.
"Do you want one? That is why you are here, ja?"
Chloe squealed and Beca was tugged inside by Chloe, vaguely aware of Chloe saying thanks or some sort of conversation going on. She was more focused on the fact that there was a record player on Kommissar's table. Her usually pristine kitchen was a wreck but there were about five bowls of chocolate chip cookies on the island counter and it tasted like heaven, still warm from the oven.
"Mmm," Beca moaned in satisfaction. "I think he's either a really good teacher or you aren't as bad as you claim."
Kommissar chuckled. "Thank you. We are sorry to cause a disturbance so late at night."
Chloe grins. "Beca she is a keeper."
"You are Chloe, ja?" Kommissar asks.
The redhead nods. "I have heard a lot about you."
"I hope I meet your expectations." Kommissar says lightly, busy throwing flour at Pieter.
"You exceed them. Thank you for the cookies. I think I better take Beca back before she gets grumpy. It was nice meeting you!"
It takes all of Beca's willpower to allow Chloe to drag her away from Kommissar. Once they are safely back in Beca's apartment she practically yells. "Oh my god I hate you that was the most awkward thing you have ever made me do!"
Chloe rolls her eyes. "I think you will thank me later for allowing you that image of Kommissar at four am baking cookies. You really have it bad Beca."
"I know, I know. Im just terrified to ask her out or anythigg. We kissed once. Thats it. I don't even have her number!"
Chloe shakes her head disappointedly. "Tomorrow we will get you her number and you are going to get yourself that tall drink of water."
Beca groans, thankful for her best friend yet terrified of what she has planned.
