Love is over-rated - a Jeca fanfiction

The Stranger

Beca pov
The café was crowded as I yanked open the glass door. I made my way to my usual seat when the waiter, Donald, stopped me.
"Hey Beca, there's another regular in your seat" he whispers giving me a half smile. I scowl and make my way to the seat next to mine. As I walk past I glance over at my spot. The person sitting there is a man he actually looks quite handsome. I slump down in the chair on the other side of my usual one, taking my laptop out and starting it up.

I was about to put my headphones on when I heard singing coming from behind me. I put my headphones down and part the fake grass that acts as a privacy curtain for each booth. I see the man singing, he has a lovely voice. I sit back down and listen to his voice.
Oh her eyes make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful and I tell her every day
Oh, I know when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so sad to think she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me "do I look okay?" You know I'll say...
When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause your amazing, just the way you are
And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while
Cause you're amazing, just the way you are

All of a sudden I find myself standing at the table applauding his rendition of just the way you are. When he opens his eyes and looks up his face lights up.

Jesse Swanson's pov
I hear someone clapping and I look up to see the most beautiful girl standing at my table and that's when I realise something, "oh my god! Beca Mitchell? Holy crap!" I yell
"Sorry" I whisper. She smiles and looks at the booth, "may I?" She smiles as I nod eagerly and move. She places her laptop on the table and sits down, "you have an amazing voice" she says I blush and mumble a couple words of thanks. That's when she gets a message she looks down, flustered, "I've got to go, uhh here," she hands me her card and gets up "if you want to be a singer, I'm a music producer." And with that she's gone "wow" I whisper shaking my head, "I just met THE Beca Mitchell"

My food arrives and as I eat it I can't stop thinking about that amazing experience. She's even more beautiful than in all the photos. Her eyes are so bright and full of life, I need to make her mine. As I finish my food I smile and begin walking home. As I reach my apartment I pull out my phone and dial a number.

Alright! What do you think?? This is still an ongoing thing and it's probably going I be updated more often for the next week cause I have no school! Yay! Anyways thanks for reading 😄