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“Fuckin’ A.” he said with forceful nod of his head.
Bette and Tina laughed at the wacky guitarists who shared initials. Bette looked at Tina and smiled shyly. “I’m so glad you came,” she said softly.
“I’m so glad you invited me.” Tina smiled back. Bette leaned in for another kiss since she missed it the first time around, which Tina was happy to oblige.
The sweet public display of affection was met with a tablewide “Aaaaaaawwwww!” Bette tried give the band and her sister the evil eye as she pulled away, though it was a difficult task to perform with the goofy grin she was wearing.
Tina noticed everyone had half-eaten plates in front of them except the brunette sitting beside her. “Did you eat, Bette?”
“No, I was waiting for you before putting in an order.” Tina thought it was sweet that Bette cared enough to wait for her. “Do you need a menu?”
“Actually, I think I already know what I want, what about you?”
“I always get the same thing when I come here.”
“Yeah, she’s not very brave.” Alice chimed in again. Bette gave her a look. “I mean, she’s predictable.” This time the look was accompanied with raised brows. “I’m gonna shut up and finish eating my omelet.”
“Good idea, Al.” Shane said as she chuckled. Tina chuckled as well.
The waitress came by with a menu in hand after noticing Tina had joined the table. She immediately recognized Tina from a few days before.
“Hello, decided to come back so soon, huh?” Tessa greeted with a smile. “Did you need to take a look at this or were you ready to order?”
Tina looked up at the server and Bette took a moment to check out the blonde’s wonderfully toned and tanned legs in the cute denim skirt she was rockin’ today. “No we’re ready. I’ll take an iced tea with lemon and a Cobb salad please.”
Once again, the table members stopped all activity and all eyes were on Bette and Tina. Bette’s sucked in a breath and held it for a minute as she looked wide-eyed at everyone else.
Tessa scribbled the order on her notepad. “Okay. Did you need an iced tea refill Bette?” Tessa was familiar with Little Porter’s choice of entrée from what she had been told by the older wait staff.