’I’m leaving!’ Bette’s voice carried through the space. She glanced my way, ’I will see you when I come back right?’ she asked lazily swinging her legs.

I poured the popcorn into a bowl and sprinkled a pinch of salt over it. I offered her the bowl that was still warm in my hands. ’I’ll be here.’

She popped a few popcorn in mouth and licked the salt from her lips. ’Mmm, so good.’ She jumped down from the counter.

’Tina, you have to tell your wife to leave already. I want to watch a movie.’ Renee said as I handed her a bowl of popcorn.

A playful, smile lingered on my lips as I turned to Bette, who trailed closely in my wake. ’You heard her,’ I teased, mockingly stern.

’You know I never listen.’ She whispered back before shifting her attention to the large TV against the wall. ’Netflix or old fashioned?’

’Here.’ I said taking the USB stick from my pocket. I asked one of my colleagues to put the rough cuts together and make it look like something, so Renee could at least see the beginning of the series I was working on.

Bette connected it to the TV and dimmed the lights. As the first scene on the beach of Normandy started Bette sat down on the arm rest next to me.

Renee eagerly raised herself a little bit up. ’I didn’t watch this movie.’

’You did this.’ Bette whispered not taking her eyes off the screen.

’You should go. The dinner is about to start.’ I whispered back.

’I know.’ Her voice trailed off and her hand slowly searched for mine.The warmth of her hand was a tender invitation.As I gradually let my fingers weave through hers, my heart skipped a beat. ’Just a few more minutes.’ she added, but she never left.