Daydreams Part Three

Tina felt like a nervous kid. Her stomach was uneasy, her mouth had trouble retaining any moisture. She was completely unglued, but at the same time she loved this feeling. The feeling of something so new, something so exciting, and something so incredibly satisfying.

She parked the car, looked in the rear view mirror and whispered to herself “You’re crazy”

The gallery door was big and heavy to Tina’s pull. Once inside she felt a tad less nervous, like the hard work was behind her – having found the courage to take Bette up on her offer. She proceeded slowly down the centre of the gallery, taking in some of the pieces that she had not been able to see the night before with all the people mingling about.

She was clearly waiting to be greeted, but it never came. She wondered suddenly if perhaps the timing was bad after all. Maybe Bette had engaged herself in a conference call, or maybe there was an artist that had dropped in for a meeting. Tina started to feel silly and a bit out of place, standing alone in the big, airy gallery and wondered whether to call out to Bette, whether to keep walking back towards the darkened office area or simply whether to turn on her heels and head back out the door.

Just then she heard that already familiar sexy voice loom down a “You’re not thinking of leaving are you? You just arrived.”

Tina couldn’t see her at first, then she heard a soft “Look up” and she tilted her head upwards only for her eyes to be met with the warm, brown eyes of Bette Porter looking down at her. Both women shared a slow, warm smile in the sunlight.

“Sorry, it’s force of habit for me in here to gaze at something new before offering any words” Bette said slyly with a smile.

“Oh really” replied Tina, a little playfully. “Now I have been reduced to a piece of art?”

“I would never say ‘reduced’” Bette said “but you are indeed a work of art standing there in a pool of morning sunlight.”

Tina could only smile. Her voice locked on her and refused to cooperate. She couldn’t have spoken even if her brain had figured out what to reply with. She simply smiled back up at Bette and the exchange seemed to last an eternity before both women became slightly uncomfortable in such a sweet, albeit slightly awkward, moment.