“I like watching movies and clubbing. Don’t think I’m drunk all the time, but I really like to party.” Tina said and Bette grinned.

“I go to a party sometimes, if the kids can stay somewhere. My sister, Kit, owns a café/nightclub so I always get in there.” Bette said.

“Cool, what’s it called?” Tina wanted to know.

“The Planet.” Bette answered.

“I have to check it out some day.” Tina told her. “Oh, lunch break is almost over. I think I’m going to go to my classroom. I have to carry some boxes with books over there and it will take a while. It weighs something like a ton.” The blonde-haired woman stood up.

“Do you need help?” Bette asked, wanting to be around the other woman a little more.

Tina didn’t know what to answer. She wanted to be with Bette because she really liked the woman but she was also scared of what she was feeling and needed some space to process her feelings. “No, I’ll manage but thanks for your offer… Bye.” She said.

“Bye.” Bette said back. Tina gave Bette another smile before turning around and exiting the room. A feeling of emptiness fell over Bette.

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Bette arrived home. She laid her keys on the table next to the door and walked further into the little house they had bought four years ago. She arrived into the living room. Pax was sitting at the table, making his homework. He didn’t have space to put a bureau in his small room. A bed, a nightstand and a closet was all that fit in there. Bette and Diego didn’t have the money to pay a house with big bedrooms. They had a mortgage to pay and the kids were expensive. Pax had his ballet, which wasn’t cheap; Trix had her football and Alex her saxophone lessons plus the instrument itself that she rented from the music school. They had managed to find a house with four bedrooms so that the kids had their room each and didn’t have to sleep together. They were small but it was better than nothing. The bathroom was only a shower, a sink and a toilet, nothing more. Their kitchen was also small but Bette didn’t have a problem with that. Diego did all the cooking. The living room was a grey sofa, a TV and a low cabinet where pictures of the kids and a lamp were on top. There was also a dinner table with six chairs; five didn’t look good with a square table.