Before I knew, she had stood up and moved closer to me, sitting on the desk in front of me, as she sat down, her chest levelled itself to almost perfectly my eye sight. WOW. I stopped breathing. Bad idea. I restarted.

“Bette, only if you want to.” God her voice was so sensual. Ever so slowly, she leaned in and placed a soft supple kiss on my cheek, her hair, brushed me and her smell was gorgeously intoxicating.

“Uhm, yeah,” I strained to get my voice together, “Yeah, *cough*, uhm, it’s called Anything by Gabriella Fata.” And then I stopped. I looked Tina straight in the eye. And instead of reading it aloud, I recited it.

“Lie to me
Lie to me
Say anything
anything at all
Truth or line
Tell me I’m gorgeous
It keeps me alive
Pick up lines
Keep me burning
I feel alive
As long as heads keep turnin
Stare at me
Stare at me
Don’t say anything
Not anything
Please baby
Find a way
sometime today
Make me reel
and finally start to feel
somewhat beautiful
say anything
but don’t say a word”

I took a gulp of air, and looked down at my hands, still shaking, despite the white knuckles, from grasping my notebook so tightly. I slid around and looked out the window. Tina moved closer.

“Bette turn around.”

Oh God, and I did. She moved EVEN closer. My stomach was in knots, the good giddy kind. And everywhere else was doing pretty good too. Wow, I had totally expected my mind to have some witty comment at that but no, it seems the other half of Bette Porter was stunned as well. So stunned she couldn’t even chide herself! Fun!

“Ms. Kennard” a voice came from the door. CRAP! “What are you doing?”

“ANYTHING!” I cried.

“Well fucking done Bette, you’re doing anything, you are such a smartass!” Great, I apologize, my mistake, I thought you had died of excitement, just leave me alone.

Tina saved us. “Good evening Mr. Haspel, apologies. Bette was just reading me the poem Anything.”

“Ah, I see,” His eyes scanned her and immediately, I felt myself tense. “Would you like a lift home, Ms Kennard? I’m leaving now.”

Tina, seemed to have noticed my tensing with her peripheral vision and quickly added, that she was fine. Mr. Haspel left looking rather dissatisfied. Tina finally turned to me and sighed.