Some kind of wonderful

Chapter 3

Ever since she had first be brought to the station Bette had always loved New York  Central Station. She loved the architecture and she loved the whole frantic buzz of the place that did not seem to abate be it 3am or 3pm. She wasn’t sure if today she was in the best mood to judge the place. She was nervous. Fuck she didn’t remember being this nervous before her final exams.  That was probably because she knew that unless she had some sort of brain lock down she would ace the exams – like she had aced every other test at University. No – she was nervous because this was so unknown. She was nervous because she didn’t have any answers – just questions.

She had spent too long talking to Meghan but she had needed to just have someone who didn’t know what she and Tina had been like just talk to her about high school relationships. Meghan had been right about so much – they probably had both changed a heap but underneath everything – if they were meant to be – they would find a way.

So that had put Bette in a better mood –  which had vanished when she had started the process of picking what to wear. Over the years it had often crossed her mind what clothes she would look best in for her meeting with Tina. She remembered that she had once rejected buying a green shirt because her former blonde lover hated the colour. So for longer than she had anticipated she had gone through her wardrobe. Shirts had been tried on and rejected, one likely candidate had been perfect until Bette had noticed it had a button missing and she didn’t have the time or the patience to sew one back on again. So that had gone back in the wardrobe with a heavy sigh from its owner.
Jeans were a obvious pick – she had narrowed it down to two pairs. A new pair of Levis or an old pair that she had bought when she had been out shopping with Tina and she fondly remembered her girlfriend saying in graphic terms how hot her ass looked.
Nostalgia won and she put  on the faded jeans.
Bette always felt comfortable wearing boots so this was a easier choice. She went for her favourite new pair of black boots. There was only a two inch heel but they made her feel much taller than her 5ft 8in height and they went well with the jeans – the right boots were a vital part of how she would feel at this reunion with Tina. The blouse took the longest time – she tried several on before picking a white shirt. That meant she had to get completely changed because she had been wearing matching black undies and bra and they had to be changed to white.
Finally happy with her outfit she picked a small black shoulder bag and made sure she had her travel card, wallet and mobile. She did think of taking her kindle so she could read but she figured that she was way too nervous to concentrate on a story. Especially as she knew she was at a very crucial stage in her  own biography.