Bechloe Week Day 7: Sunday

"Is that seriously what it's called? 'Big Gay Ice Cream Shop'? This is gold."

"Right?! Perfection. These Sundae Sunday's are really popular. People all over the city come here for the 2-for-1 ice cream sundaes."

"This is pretty cool, Jesse. But you know I don't really like ice cream. It's too cold."

"You mean, just like your heart?"

"UGH. Why do I even put up with you?"

"Because I am the perfect lesbro. And I was your beard all throughout college."

True. And to add on, Beca would've never moved out of Atlanta if it wasn't for Jesse connecting her with Sony's production company in New York City. She was thankful that her lesbro has been showing her around the city for the past four days, between all of his post-production meetings.

"Hi, I'm Aubrey. Welcome to Big Gay Ice Cream Shop! What can I get for you?"

"Hey, I'll have a scoop of mint chocolate chip and a scoop of strawberry in a waffle cone. Whaddya want, Becs? ...Becs?"

The DJ, however, wasn't paying any attention to her friend; her senses were all focused on the redhead girl manning the cashier two stations away. The HOT redhead girl. An elbow to her side brought her out of her daze.

"Beca, do you want ice cream or not? Because we can get you a cupcake somewhere instead."

"N-no... I'll have a cookies n cream in a waffle cone, thanks," Beca replied, eyes flicking back and forth between the redhead and Jesse. The other girl met her eye for a moment, smiled at her, then switched focused back on the customer. Still distracted, Beca nearly dropped the cone when Aubrey handed it to her.

"Oh, shit, sorry. Thank you."

"No problem! Come back again soon!"

'Oh, I sure will,' Beca thought to herself, sneaking a last glance at the redhead.

The next Sunday, Beca met up with Jesse again.

"Hey, so I was thinking of going to this vegan dessert place this time, 'by Chloe's'? So you can get your cupcake."

"NO! Sorry, I mean, no thanks. Sundae Sunday's sounds great."

Jesse looked at his little brunette friend quizzically.

"Are you sure? I thought you didn't like ice cream."

"Um, apparently I like gay ice cream. Because, I'm...pretty fucking gay."

"Yes, that you are."

Once they got there, Beca was relieved to spot the redhead on the far right cashier, so she immediately walked in that direction, despite the slightly longer line.

"I've got it this week, Jess."

"Thanks, Beca! You're not so cold-hearted after all."

"Shut up."

"Hi, welcome to Big Gay Ice Cream Shop. What can I get for you today?"

Dammit. She didn't say her name. Wasn't that standard procedure?

"Um yea, cookies n cream in a waffle cone. Jesse?"

"Two scoops of cookie dough in a waffle cone, please."

"Coming right up!"

As they were being handed their ice cream, Beca attempted to read the name on the redhead's name tag.

'FUCK! It looks like I'm checking out her chest! Which is pretty ni- SNAP OUT OF IT, MITCHELL.'

"Thanks, bye!" Beca quickly turned to leave as the nameless redhead told her to "come again soon!"

'You don't have to tell me twice. You don't even have to tell me once."

Different Sunday, same routine. Beca dragged Jesse back to Big Gay Ice Cream Shop, despite his protests that they didn't have to go back EVERY week. It was Jesse's turn to pay, and to Beca's dismay, he headed towards Aubrey's line, right in front of the door. Again, Beca glanced back at the the redhead, at the far end of the counter, trying the read her nametag, failing again. Mystery girl made eye contact, and gave Beca another smile, making the self-proclaimed heartless badass blush and look away.

The next week, however, Jesse was in LA for a short film recording session. Beca, predictably, ventured over to Sundae Sunday's in the West Village.

"Hi, welcome back to The Big Gay Ice Cream Factory! What can I get for you?"

Still no name. And Beca couldn't bring herself to look back at the redhead's nametag.

"Um, I'll have a cookies n cream in a waffle cone."

"And what else?"

"Hm?"

"Sunday's, it's 2-for-1, so you can get another cone free!"

"Oh, yea, of course. Um, I really shouldn't eat two cones myself, so I'll just get the one."

"Okie dokie! Your boyfriend wasn't free this week?"

Beca blinked.

"Boyfriend?"

"Yea! The guy you've been showing up with these past weeks!"

"Oh, hahaha," Beca chuckled nervously, "He's not my boyfriend. He's my lesbro, I'm his gay best friend."

"Oh. Oh! Okay!"

The redhead hurried off to get Beca's order.

"Here you go!"

"Thanks," Beca said with a soft smile.

"No problem! See you again next week?"

"Yeah, definitely." Beca waved goodbye, feeling lighter than air, stupidly grinning.

The semi-new New Yorker counted down the days until the next Sundae Sunday's, anxious to see the mysterious redhead again. Shaking, she walked back into The Big Gay Ice Cream Factory, scanning the registers, expecting to see the redhead at her usual spot. Her heart dropped when she saw a guy with jet-black hair standing there instead.

Beca froze, a few incoming customers bumping into her sides, apologizing. She turned around, walking quickly back outside, unable to figure out what to do next.

"Cookies n cream in a waffle cone?" a voice called out behind her. Beca, recognizing that cheery voice in an instant, turned around and was met with the most beautiful sight in the whole world: a gorgeous redhead, wearing a light blue blouse with khaki shorts instead of her usual uniform, smiling at her, carrying two cookies n cream waffle cones.

Beca stared in awe, for a few seconds.

"Hi, I'm Chloe. I'd shake your hand, but mine are kinda full right now."

"Oh, of course, sorry!" Beca stammered, taking the cone Chloe was handing to her. The brunette smiled at her no-longer nameless redhead companion.

"So, is the name of the mysterious brunette gonna remain a mystery?"

"Huh? Oh, yea, my name is Beca, nice to meet you, Chloe," the awestruck DJ replied, reaching out her hand to shake the redhead's. They held hands for a little longer than the usual handshake before Chloe giggled and let go.

"Let's go sit at that park over there?" Chloe suggested, gesturing at the little square across the street from Stonewall Inn. She then switched her cone from her left hand to her right, reaching out her left hand for Beca to hold. The brunette, who usually opposed physical contact, happily obliged.

"Thanks for the ice cream, Chlo."

The redhead blushed at the nickname and smiled.

"No problem! Although I suggest you lick it over there, before it drips everywhere!" Chloe replied with a wink.

Now it was Beca's turn to blush at her new friend's innuendo. A cute, bubbly girl with a few dirty jokes in her repertoire? She could DEFINITELY live with that.