Alice sat at the table waiting. She tapped her pen on the table.

“Come on. I can’t believe I am waiting this long.” She said under her breathe.

She took a sip of her coffee. She noticed a stunning brunette walk into the café. The brunette walked over to the table.

“Alice Pieszecki?” She asked.

“Yes.” Alice said.

“Bette Porter.” Bette said.

“Oh. Hi.” Alice said standing up.

“I am so sorry I am late.” Bette said.

“No its okay.” Alice said. She was in aww of Bette’s radiance.

The waitress walked up.

“Can I get you something to drink?” She asked.

“I will take tea please.” Bette said and sat her bag down next to her chair. Bette noticed Alice watching her. “So. You are doing an article on my gallery.”

“And You. It is part of our series Best of L.A.” Alice said trying to gain control of her thoughts.

“That’s interesting” Bette said. The waitress sat down the tea in front of Bette.

“I must say I went to your Gallery a couple of days ago, and I loved the piece that was hanging in the first gallery. The one with the little girl playing with blocks. It was amazing.” Alice said.

“That’s my favorite also.” Bette said with a smile. She couldn’t help it. She was attracted to Alice, but she didn’t know why. Alice didn’t seem like her type.

There was a brief awkward silence. The two women watched each other sipping on their beverages.

“So do you have any questions for me?” Bette asked.

“Oh yes. I have a few. Well maybe more than a few.” Alice said looking at her pad that was full of questions.

“Okay. Ask away.” Bette said.

“All right. Do you mind if I record?” Alice asked.

“No.” Bette said. Alice pulled the voice recorder out of her bag and sat it on the table.

“Let’s start at the beginning. When did you first know that you wanted to be gallery owner?” Alice asked.

“You might want to cut the recorder on.” Bette said. Alice looked a little embarrassed.

“Oh yeah that might be a good idea. Thanks.” She said.