It was a day after the Dicken’s festival and were Beck had stalked her way there to you. To find out more about you and your father under the name “The Captain”. Once she was right about it, you lashed out on her. Feeling horrible about it.

Last night made up to it. And when she woke up, seeing you eating breakfast in her apartment and pointing out her sleeping, she laughed lightly.

“Nuh uh. Stalker,” Beck replies playfully as she reaches for an undergarment. In reality, she’s the stalker.