I head for the stairs like a woman on a mission. I am a woman on a mission. Checking the most likely places first I head towards the taxi stand. My heart is in my throat as I walk out the doors.
Tina was standing at the curb, holding up her hand for a cab. I walk towards her and shout “ Tina, wait”. She sees me and stares at me while she lowers her hand. I guessed that in her mind she wanted to turn around and run in the opposite direction. I can see the tension in her face and it is telling me to play this tactically but quickly, not giving her the opportunity to turn around and get as far away as possible. I know if I don’t do this now I’ll might never get another chance.

So when I stood in front of her, I figured how to start, but instead of acting we just stood there staring at each other. She was so beautiful and sexy…even better than inside. I locked eyes with her and it’s like we were communicating with stares. We both just continued to stare at each other and I realize again how much I was in love with her.I don’t know what I’m going to say. I seriously doubt my ability to speak at the minute too. But there’s no turning back now as I stand in front of her. My heart was pounding like I’m on speed. I inhale a shaky breath. But before I had the chance to speak, Tina spoke.

“What about ye?” She nods her head at me.“I…uh…” The words choke in my throat. I want to make myself speak but I don’t know what to say. She’s looking at me with consideration and I don’t know what to do. Her brisk question brought me back and I formulated a quick apology.“Tina, I think we need to talk. I mean, I need to talk to you. Could we do that, can we go somewhere? I promise I will behave.” I spoke rapidly and tried to look sincere. 

Tina sighs and looks confused, perhaps a little shocked but her answer is firm “Yes, okay. I guess it’s about time we had a serious talk.”
I didn’t care at that moment what she meant by that, as long as I could get her attention. I had to think where to take her, my house was not an option as I was sure that would make her uncomfortable. So as I held up my hand to call a cab, I was thinking hard where to direct the driver to go to. But Tina was quicker, I guess she wanted to be sure the place was okay with her. “Let’s go to your gallery.”  I was caught a bit off guard by this abrupt suggestion but realized that it was a good idea.