Beca was single. Very, very, painfully single.

So it was really a slap to the face when a letter inviting her to a wedding came in the mail. From Jesse, no less. If receiving the letter was like a slap to the face, seeing who he was going to marry was like a knockout punch.

Aubrey Posen.

Man, how times can change. Four years can change a lot, if her college experience is anything to go by. Beca didn't need to try in order to hear the aca-nazi's voice blasting in her ears again. Not that she'd want to, it was like having war flashbacks. The Bellas had all promised to keep in touch, as they were "Bellas For Life". Turns out it wasn't that easy. Beca and Jesse had tried to do long distance, but slowly fizzled out as her career picked up speed. After college, she had gone on her way to Los Angeles, Residual Heat relocating her to to their most prominent location. "It's where you'll really shine," her boss had said. Beca was pretty sure that he just didn't like someone who could do what he could do so close to him, but whatever. She gave him the benefit of the doubt.

Beca found that making time for other people was a lot harder when she had a real job, and not just delivering burritos and coffee. After moving to LA, she was whisked into the production business. It wasn't soon before one of her songs made it to the Top 40. She tried to keep in touch, she really did. But in LA, she was on her own. Without anyone to ground her, she was free to throw herself into her music whenever she wanted for however long she wanted. Because of her job, that happened to be all the time. In the rare moments she wasn't immersed in her work, she really missed her friends. Not that she'd ever admit that.

Beca loved her job more than anything. She sacrificed everything for it. But god, she wished someone told her exactly how bratty musicians can be sometimes.

Like, this new up and coming, Jayce Caldwell. He thought he was the shit because fangirls threw themselves at him, and he just soaked it all up. His ego inflated so much so that he had the freaking audacity to try and flirt with Beca. Beca called security. She figured he'd be away for good, but he just came back the next day with more. Beca pretended he didn't exist.

She honestly couldn't deal with him. After he got out of the recording booth, she put on the most realistic fake smile, told him he was doing great, all but shoved him out of the studio, and called it a day. After that, she was gonna treat herself.

And that is how she found herself sitting on a plush bench of a diner, about to eat all her worries away. Beca glanced around the diner impatiently. She loved the place, but boy, was she ready to looked up to find the waitress coming towards her with the food and beamed. Beca thanked her, and dug into her food.

When she came up for air, the diner was mostly empty. There was a lone girl on one one of the stools, and a few families dwindled at the tables. The girl on the stool was halfheartedly stirring a milkshake, and glanced around the bar in a resigned sort of way. She waved away a waitress, and Beca made out a few words that sounded like, "Just a little bit longer, please." Beca cringed in sympathy, realizing that the girl probably got stood up.

Beca's heart twinged in sympathy, and she called the waitress over.

"Hi, what can I help you with, Miss?"

"You see that girl over there?" Beca pointed at the girl on the stool. "Could I buy her a burger?"

"I suppose so." The waitress paused. "I'd usually say no, but that one's been here an awful long time. Keeps telling me to wait a bit longer." She mused.

"Oh, uh, that sucks." Beca covered, trying to conceal her eavesdropping.

"Mmm. Anything else, hun?"

"Just the check, please. Thanks for letting me do this, Miss..." Beca trailed off.

"Angie." She tapped the name tag on her light blue uniform. "I'll be right back." Angie said with a grin.

Beca watched Angie return to the kitchen, and glanced at the girl on the stool. Beca had encountered many people in LA, but there was something oddly familiar about this girl. She didn't get much time to contemplate it, as Angie gave the girl the burger as promised, said a few words, and pointed to Beca. She looked away just in time so it didn't look like she was staring.

Beca looked back up to find Angie at her booth again, holding out the server book. Beca took it gratefully.

"She really liked the gesture, y'know." Angie offered.

"Glad to hear it," Beca smiled. It was nice to know she helped out. Angie walked back to the kitchen, and Beca decided to tip her well. She was about to close the book and leave when she heard a voice.

"Hey, I just wanted to say that I really appreciated the burger." That voice. Beca recognized that voice, but didn't check in case her suspicions were confirmed. "My date stood me up and I was wondering if I could pay you back someti..." The girl stopped mid-word.

Beca slowly looked up, faced with exactly who she'd thought. The girl looked back, a mix of shock, confusion, and hurt washing over her features.

"Beca?" The girl gasped.

Beca gulped. "Hi, Chloe."

A/N: If you read my writing, I think you've noticed a theme in how I like to end chapters. Anyway. Hello again! I sorta lost the motivation for my last fic, so I decided to try my hand at something new. Hope it didn't go too badly. Please leave a review if you'd like me to continue! They really do impact my decision/speed of update if you guys liked it. Also- if anybody noticed my not-so-subtle easter egg from the show Agent Carter, tell me so I can give you virtual hugs and high fives.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect, Agent Carter, or any of their characters.See you guys next time! :D

~LCP