No-one's been...the one
‘Oh come on Becs, tell us some details!’ Stacie begged, Jesse nodding alongside her.
The small brunette playfully rolled her eyes. ‘Come off it you two. Just because Ed said I can tell you, doesn’t mean I want to.’
‘Erm, Ed Sheeran telling you that you can tell us about his new album that you’re producing definitely means you have to tell us.’ Jesse waved his arms about.
They were at the bar that her friend Stacie owned, and Jesse worked at as a barman. Beca spent most of her nights here, grabbing dinner or a beer, or just hanging out with her friends as they worked.
Beca Mitchell; a music producer, producing very well-known songs and albums for some very cool people…she just wasn’t ready for scary fame, so most people didn’t really know what the producer BMitch looked like. It was early (ish) days in her career, and the fear of bombing when everyone knew who she was was too much to think about some days.
‘Leave me alone or I’m leaving.’
Jesse raised his hands in defeat. ‘Alright alright, here’s your food.’
Beca took the plate from him, and set it in front of her on the bar. ‘Thanks.’
‘So, what happened on that date last night?’ Stacie raised an eyebrow. ‘Juice deets please.’
Beca rolled her eyes again and put her burger down. ‘I’m not going to call her.’
‘Why not this time?’ Stacie asked exasperatedly.
‘She’s just not it.’ The shorter girl shrugged.
Jesse pouted. ‘Come on Becs, you have to give them a chance first.’
Beca shook her head and went back to eating, ignoring her friends in the process.
It wasn’t that the girls weren’t nice; because they were. They just…they weren’t right. She isn’t even sure she wants a girlfriend, she’s cool with just one night stands. But she always has this feeling that when she meets the right person, then she’ll know.
20 minutes later…
‘That was good thanks.’ Beca pushed the plate across the bar.
‘You know; you say that every time.’ The boy smirked. ‘But, thank you.’
Beca shrugged. ‘I mean, It’s probably the best compliment you’ll get from me so…’
‘That’s true.’ He nodded, taking the plate into the kitchen.
Just as Beca picked up her drink, her phone started ringing. Taking it out of her flannel pocket, she rolled her eyes seeing it was work, pressing the green button.