“I am to understand this is just a meeting to see what both women want.” Maybourne asked Spencer.

“Indeed.” Spencer took a piece of paper and slid it over to the man. At his side sat Ashley’s soon-to-be-ex-wife, Angie Parker. When she noticed she was sending Ashley’s some nasty glares, Spencer looked beside her and saw Ashley was pretty much doing the same thing. She kicked Ashley under the table and shot her a look that said ‘cut it out’. The brunette sent her own back that clearly stated, ‘she started it!’

In the meantime Angie had stopped her deathmatch with Ashley. She was discussing Spencer’s proposal with her lawyer. “I’m afraid we can’t except this.” Maybourne said.

“It’s absurd!” Angie claimed.

“Absurd? I just want my damn store back!” Ashley responded angry.

Spencer sighed. She could sense a bitchfight from a mile away.

“Half is legally mine. And I don’t intend to give it back to you!” Angie pouted. Spencer was even sure she was holding herself back from sticking out her tongue at Ashley. Where did Ashley meet this woman? Pre-school?!

“Why not, you Malibu Stacey copy?”

“Because I don’t want to, you dyke!”

“Oh, hurtful comeback, genius. What, your nerd didn’t teach you any binary insults?”

“Binary?” Angie asked confused.

“Un-fucking-believable.” Muttered Ashley and put her hands between her hands.
Maybourne packed his things together and together with Angie got up. “I guess we’ll be seeing you in court then.”

“Fine.” Spencer replied. When they left she turned to Ashley and smacked her upside the head. “Did you have to pick a fight with her, you moron?”

“Hey! I resent that. And secondly, ow!” The brunette sulked and rubbed the spot Spencer just hit.

“Don’t be a baby. I didn’t hit you that hard.”

“You weren’t the one that got hit, so you can’t possibly know it didn’t hurt.”

“I wasn’t the one acting like a five year old either.”

“Pout.”

They both got up and left the office.

“So for that nasty bitchslap, I think I deserve a non-date-y lunch.”

“I hardly touched you. I’m sure you didn’t suffer any braindamage.”

“How would you know, huh Doctor Carlin?”

“Cause I got it on good authority that you got no brains in that head of yours, honey.”
The second the term of endearment left Spencer’s mouth, the blonde blushed and cursed herself for letting that slip. That wasn’t supposed to come out. It had been something she used frequently to call the other woman. Spending time with Ashley again must’ve triggered some subconscious response mechanism. Or whatever excuse she could come up with so she didn’t have to admit the real reason. Out of the corners of her eyes, she dared to look at Ashley.

The brunette still had a look of shock on her face. “Did you just ca-“

“Lunch?” Spencer asked with a high pitched voice. “Good. I know a good place.” She started walking quicker and hoped Ashley’s short term memory was affected by the blow Spencer gave her.

Ashley smiled. Lunch and her favourite nickname? This would be what they call a good day. A good day indeed.