I could be the one

Resaurants or beaches

"So, where is Beca Mitchell, DJ and music extraordinaire, taking me tonight?" Chloe asked with a goofy grin as she sat in the passenger seat while Beca drove through town.

"If I tell you before we get there, I'd have to kill you" Beca shot back, earning a giggle from the taller woman. God, I could get used to that sound.

"Want some music on?" Beca asked, in which Chloe just nodded and smiled in response. The brunette turned the radio on and was just about to turn it to her friend, Fat Amy's show, but she was caught off guard by what was currently on.

*Music producer, Beca Mitchell was seen kissing a mystery redhead yesterday on Hollywood Boulevard outside of Kelly's Coffee shop. The talented DJ and unknown taller woman seemed to be comfortable with each other as they walked out of a hotel hand in hand. The paparazzi then snapped pictures of Beca kissing this girl on the cheek after what looked like, exchanging numbers. The-*

"Fucking paparazzi" Beca muttered as she turned the channel over. Chloe didn't know what to say after she noticed that Beca seemed to be angry at what they had just heard. She rested a hand on the brunette's thigh but warily doubted her action. It wasn't until the brunette smiled back at her that she realised it was okay. She gave the DJ's leg a little squeeze and smiled reassuringly at her.

The two didn't talk for the rest of the ride. They sat in a comfortable silence (with the exception of the radio in the background, although it was on low volume.)

About 15 minutes later, Beca pulled up outside the restaurant.

"Beca!" Chloe exclaimed with a shocked face. Looking up at the restaurant which read 'Casa Vega' in big letters.

"What do you think?" Beca asked with a smile as she turned the engine off, pulled the keys out and took off her seatbelt.

"It- it's.. Wow! I can't.. How?" The redhead turned to face Beca. God, those eyes! Beca thought as she looked into the woman's blue orbs. Focus, Mitchell.

"I had to pull a few strings but I managed to get a reservation. We even get a booth!" Beca said in a surprisingly excited tone. The brunette then quickly hopped out of the car and ran around to Chloe's side to open the door before she could. The redhead's heart melted a little at the small gesture.

"Casa Vega is like, the best restaurant in LA, Bec." Chloe said as she stepped out of the car. Beca shut the car door and locked it shut.

"I guess you deserve the best" she winked and linked Chloe's fingers with hers, which honestly made Chloe's stomach flutter. They started walking towards the restaurant hand-in-hand. Don't forget to breathe, Chloe thought to herself as she was reminded that Beca was probably going to go all-out this evening, given the fact that she took her on the roof of a hotel when they had only just become acquainted.

"What about the paparazzi?" Chloe whispered, as if talking any higher would trigger the paps to come running towards them.

"What about them?" Beca asked rhetorically as she carelessly opened the door of the restaurant for Chloe and smiled. The two women walked into the restaurant and the redhead gasped at how beautiful it looked. The tables were lined up with a red cloth over them. Some tables had dark red chairs and others were booths. Each table had a candle in the middle and were already set with knives and forks. The restaurant was dimly lit which made it all the more romantic and Chloe smiled as she saw that not many people were there, so they wouldn't be interrupted by a fan or anything.

"Table for two, under the name 'Swanson'" Beca stated to the (quite snobby) looking waitress.

"Right this way ladies" the woman said with a fake smile. What's her problem?