Tina had gotten home from work hours ago and was still staring at her closet. She had been wearing a power suit for work, but that seemed too professional to wear to the gallery. However, none of her clothes appealed to her at the moment. She had thrown on several dresses only to decide she either looked too unattractive in them, or they were too dressy.

"God, why can’t you just be normal?" She said to herself in the mirror.

Looking at the clock, she finally just grabbed a pair of jeans and threw them on and reached blindly at her hangers and pulled the first shirt out. She held it up and looked at it. "Fine. This is fine." It was a dark purple tank top with a beaded trim, and a simple pair of jeans. Casual, but nice. Tina shook her head at her reflection and slipped on a pair of sandals.

She could feel her nervous energy bouncing around the car. Every stoplight felt like an eternity. She kept beating out anxious rhythms against her steering wheel during every stop. Finally she got to the gallery and pulled into a parking space. She turned the car off and took several deep breaths. "I’m just looking at artwork." she thought. Nothing monumental, just wandering around a gallery after hours looking at artwork.

This didn’t really calm her down, but she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car anyway. She threw the leather strap across her shoulder and made her way to the door. 

The lights were on this time, and she could hear heels clacking against the wood floor. The sound seemed to be coming from Bette’s office, so Tina made her way back. "I’m here!" she called out. Her voice echoed off the walls; the lack of solid objects in the gallery made her voice bounce around.

"I’m just in my office–I’ll be right out!" Bette called back as her heels clacked against the floor again.

Tina made her way over to the nearest wall. There was a Mapplethorpe titled Marty and Veronica hanging closest to her. It was graphic, and incredibly sexual, but she was drawn to it for some reason. Normally this type of art made her feel embarrassed, but in this space it just seemed appropriate.