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Bette’s eyes shot open wide. “Tee don’t stand there. Eww.” She jumped out of the car and pushed Tina around to the back.
Bette leaned forward and hung her head down almost between her knees. Tina was still breathing hard, her hands on her hips. She was confused, and angry, and also concerned.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, was all Bette could manage to say. She still felt ill. And now a little sicker to see the beautiful movie producer who she hadn’t prepared to be face to face with tonight. But thank god. Thank god she was in one piece. By sheer luck alone. Bette’s short nails dug deep and painfully into her palms. Then she straightened her body and leaned against the trunk. She glanced at the blonde and then her eyes went to the pavement at her feet. Tina was so beautiful, all dressed in white, her low braid falling just in between her shoulder blades. She was panting a little.
Tina’s first thought was that the brunette looked miserable, and possibly drunk which would make her furious. Her face was pale in the glow of the streetlights and her eyes were puffy and a little wild. She wouldn’t look directly at her.
Bette broke the silence. “I swear Tina, I’m not here for anything. You don’t have to talk to me. Please go inside. Lock the door. I’m just going to get back into my car. I’m sorry.” She held up a feeble hand in contrition.
Bette turned to get back in her car and Tina sighed and walked away towards her door. “Fuck!”, she said under her breath. She stood in the street for a minute waffling and then headed back to Bette’s car.
“Oh shit”, Bette whispered, rolling down the passenger window. The blonde’s eyes were hard, her lips set in a line. She leaned down into the window
“Bette, have you been drinking?” Tina said, irritated.
“No, Tee. Really. It’s just the espresso. Too much espresso.” She pointed to the thermos on the seat, her eyes big.
Tina looked at her wearily, her head cocked to the side. “Is this giant coffee supposed to get you through the night sitting out on my street? A stakeout, Bette. Really?”