Bette exits the cafe with Tina and Angelica following her. She held the door, while Tina strolls on by.

"Thanks," Tina says, blushing from exhilaration. Henry didn’t even hold the door for her.  But, she wasn’t astonished, because in a way she chose the right path with Bette of course.

Outside, they smile at one another and then initiate chuckling for no damn reason. Their connection felt new again, fresh. At times it didn’t even feel like they were connubial. There was so much to take hold of, and they were thankful for having the chance to take it on, head on.

"So, where to?" Bette asked once she stole a fresh breath of air.

"I don’t know," Tina replies, running her hands through her hair.

Out of no where, they glimpse at one another, locking eyes. They would hold their gaze for a jiffy, and then look away. There was a lot of zeal, but they were afraid to confront it. Each wasn’t sure of what the other would concur to what was right. In other words, they didn’t know if one another were ready. Ready for what? To take it to the next step. What does that mean? Sex. Make up sex.

"How about your place?" Tina recommended with hoping that she’ll see eye to eye. Her apartment wasn’t in a fit to be seen condition. She had been meaning to tackle that job. But she just never established the time to do it.

"Sure, my place would be fine," Bette replies, walking down the street "T…"

"Yes," Tina says, looking at her. She admired her hair and make up. She looked stunning, especially the way her breast met her shirt. They were perked up just right. She knew how to make the girls squeal, and the women fiend.

"Does this relationship feel new to you?" Bette asked out of curiosity. She knew that if she felt certain things, like butterflies in her stomach every time she sees her, then Tina must to be about to faint when she sees her.

"Yes. It feels so pure, like we’re virgins or something," Tina replies, placing Bette’s hand into hers. She crosses her fingers with Bette’s, and places by her side. "What do you think?"