Bette and Shane smirked at her statement. Then it struck Dana.

"No. Wait." Dana said softly.

Something was in Dana’s mind. Bette and Shane smiled at each other. Their plan did work on the tennis player. They decided to shoot the last question.

"Is she engaged?" Shane asked.

"I don’t think so."

"That’s it! She has a choice."

Dana looked at her friends and furrowed her eyebrows.

"You two are right. From what you said it doesn’t look like she is in love with the other women. And most of all she’s not engaged. She can still choose." Dana displayed her goofy smile. Her friends chuckled at the sight.

"Oh my god!" Dana smacked her forehead.

"What?" Bette asked.

"I…I just walked away that night. What would she think? Oh shit."

"Hmm, I think you should give her a call?" Shane said.

"How? What if she doesn’t answer my call?"

"You have to try Dane. It looks like this editor has feelings for you."

"Really? You think?"

"Yeah."

"But what do I say to her? I mean.."

"Don’t be nervous Dane. What if you try to be friends first? Then slowly you show to her your feelings. Shower her with all your charms and show her that you are ready to be committed to her in whichever way. But you need to move in slow pace so that it will not scare her away. With this I’m sure she will open up to you when time come."

"This makes sense. I need to go now. Thanks guys." Dana stood up from her seat.

"I owe it to you two this time. Thanks again." Dana said as she hugged her friends.

"Yeah, we are eager to meet this editor who our friend is in love with." Bette said.

Later at night

Alice looked at her laptop and sighed. She had been working on her article for three hours but she just managed to come out with three sentences. She smacked her forehead. The deadline was tomorrow and there were still a lot to write. She was unable to concentrate for days ever since the tennis player left that night from her working place. She brought her cell phone up and checked. No missed call. This was the hundredth time she looked at her cell phone over three hours. She berated herself for not concentrating on her work. She stood up from her desk and sat on the couch holding her cell phone. Then slowly her mind drifted to the tennis player. Shit! Alice put yourself together! She scolded herself and put the cell phone away from her. She moved herself into sleeping position for a nap. I can control myself, she muttered. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes ……Fuck! She grabbed the phone and flipped it opened again. Should I call? No, she shook her head. Then she thought again. Well no harm to call and say hi. But what if she doesn’t want to talk to me? What if she isn’t interested anymore? Stupid Michelle. Prufffff………….