The vibration of the phone tickled her hand again, and Bette glanced down at the screen. It read, “Tina cell.” She hit a button on the side and the vibrating ceased.

“Fuck, what have I done?” She murmured to herself laying her head on the red table she was seated at.

“I don’t know, what have you done?” A gorgeous young woman took a seat upon the table, glancing quizzically at Bette.

“I yelled at my… friend… and now I can’t figure out what to say to her.”

“Ooh, tough one. Your friend, huh?”

Bette nodded. This was ridiculous. She didn’t even know this girl.

“I think you should say, ‘sorry, baby, but I just met this hot new chick and I’m leaving you for her.’”

The comment earned a chuckle from the moping woman, who was now slowly shaking her head.

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“She gave birth to my daughter.”

“Ouch.”

“You’re telling me.” Bette leaned back a little so that she could get a better look at the young woman sitting in front of her.

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” The woman took a sip of her slushie and stared at Bette through a large pair of sunglasses.

“How old are you?” Bette interrogated, suddenly defensive and curious.

“How dumb do you think I am?”

“Huh?”

“You’re obviously just changing the subject.”

”I am not!”

“Right…” The girl rolled her eyes.

“No. Seriously, though. How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

An awkward silence fell over the two as the girl took a quick sip of her slushie.

“But you still know I’m right.” The girl grabbed her purse and hopped down from the table. “Talk to her.” And with that, she turned and walked away.

“Weird.” Bette mumbled, subconsciously sipping on the forgotten slushie until she remembered and threw it away. “Ew…”