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“Please,” Bette responded.
“Alrighty. Two Cobb salads and two iced teas with lemon coming right out. By the way, Ms. Ferrer will be here in just a few minutes if you’re still interested in speaking with her.” Tessa said returning her attention back to Tina.
“Oh, no, that won’t be necessary, thanks.” Tina responded as she quickly looked at Bette, afraid she would have to explain the attempt to locate a contact for the Stouts the other night. She only saw a stunned Bette and a quiet table of band members staring back at her. Oh shit, she thought. “Whaaat?” Tina asked a little defensively.
“You guys are, like, so perfect for each other.” Carmen verbalized what everyone was thinking.
It took Tina a moment to digest why Carmen said that. It donned on her that Tessa just put in two orders of Cobb salads without even asking Bette what she wanted to eat. “Did we just order the same thing?” Tina asked with a grin and a slight head tilt.
Bette returned her smile and only nodded.
“I think you found yourself a keeper here, Baby Sis.” Kit said.
Tina reached for Bette’s hand underneath the table and brought it to her lips before bringing it down to her denim covered lap. With another smile she whispered to Bette “Your sister thinks I’m a keeper, and we haven’t even gone out on a date yet.”
Bette giggled at Tina’s declaration. “Well why don’t I take you out on a date tonight?” she whispered in reply.
“Hmmmm. Let me think about it and I’ll get back to you?” Tina whispered back. “Someone still has some repenting to do. Even more so for leaving me all alone last night.” Bette closed her eyes and shivered with desire as she felt the blonde’s warm breath against her ear.
“Can you guys speak up, please? We can’t hear you on this side of the table.” Alice said with a cheeky grin directed at Bette.
“Sorry guys. We weren’t trying to leave you out of the conversation.” Tina said.
“Yes you were. It’s okay. So Tina, tell us a little about yourself. We didn’t really get to talk a whole lot about you on Friday night.” Alice began the onslaught.