The Right Place

Chapter Seventeen

It was a fresh Saturday morning, and beams of sunshine were lighting the kitchen as Beca made breakfast. She bopped her head subtly to the music on the radio whilst delicately placing strawberries and blueberries onto pancakes with expert precision; a similar amount of precision in fact that she used when she turned the dials on DJ decks.

Once her masterpieces were completed, (with a stereotypical Italian kiss of the fingertips no less), she switched off the radio, placed the two plates of pancakes onto the dining table, then set up the condiments. Syrup: check. Sugar: check. Extra berries: check. Lemon juice: check.

Just in time for her surprise, Chloe padded down the stairs, covering her yawning mouth and still in the baseball tee and striped shorts she wore to bed the night before. Beca looked up at her from the table, a grin creeping across her face- she loved the sight of the redhead's messy hair in the morning.

'What's all this?', Chloe asked with a smile as broad as the Atlantic when she spotted the table spread.

'It's my way of making up for wasting the dinner you made for us weeks ago'

Making her way over to her seat, Chloe sat down and scanned the array of condiments she had been offered in total awe.

'This is so sweet', she told the DJ in the same high pitched voice she would use for a puppy.

Before long, the two of them were tucking into the breakfast, which ended up being even more delicious than the chef expected it to.

Swallowing a bite of food, Beca questioned, 'Is it up to your standards, Miss Beale?'

Chloe nodded, making an 'Mmm' sound and opening her eyes wide for emphasis; she couldn't answer verbally because her mouth was stuffed with pancake. Once the mouthful was gotten rid of, she confirmed with a pleasurable sigh, 'You should make breakfast more often'

'No way. Do you know how much earlier I had to wake up to do this?'

'But look at how happy we are', joked Chloe.

'It's your turn tomorrow'

'Only if you make your bed', Chloe teased, meeting her gaze from the opposite side of the table and pointing her fork in the girl's direction.

'What? I always make my bed!', the brunette protested.

'You think you do because you're too sleepy in the morning and it's all hazy', giggled Chloe, 'I actually tidy up after you while you eat'

'Bullshit'

Chloe didn't need to reply to that- she just needed to hold her focus to get Beca to submit. As soon as the DJ saw the electric-blue eyes fire up in front of her, she knew that she was wrong. Everything was wrong when those flirtatious, powerful, azure eyes lit up the room the way they always did.

'Have you got any plans for today?', Beca wondered after a minute of quiet chewing and food appreciation.

'I'm seeing a movie with Joel'

'Oh', said Beca, disappointed but disguising it fairly well with a raised tone that she thought would suggest she was curious, not jealous.

'Why? Did you have something in mind?'

'No', Beca answered with an automatic shake of the head, which came off a little too strong. 'Well, maybe'

'What were you thinking?', asked Chloe, leaning on her elbow and giving her full attention to the brunette.

Piercing a strawberry with her fork and suddenly becoming mesmorized by the geometric patterns around the plate, Beca admitted shyly, 'Nothing specific. I just wanted to hang out, that's all'