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Downtown San Diego
Tina had butterflies. Sitting in the back of the Uber Black she had requested, she looked out the window at the gridlock of a Saturday evening in downtown San Diego.
I hope she doesn’t freak out that I’m here, she thought to herself. The blonde was especially worried that Bette would think that she was playing games by not telling her that she was coming to the show. Pondering the reaction she received from Bette after she told her about her meeting with Joyce, Tina had begun to second guess her judgment again.
She had spent the day walking along the harbor and checking out the little touristy shops in Seaport Village, people watching, and reflecting on what she was going to say to her girlfriend when they finally saw each other again.
When she came across the Hornblower Cruise booth, she couldn’t help but remember the romantic dinner cruise she and Bette went on for their first non-date date. It had only been a week since that night, but it already felt like months for Tina. In the entire six months she dated Eric, Tina was in no way harboring the strong emotional attachment to him as she was with this woman. In fact, never in all of her years of dating men had she experienced such a tremendous feeling of want, desire, and warmth the way she felt when it came to Bette.
She was truly falling in love with her. It was the only explanation for the multitude of emotions Tina was suffering from. But she knew it was something she had to keep a lid on for now. She didn’t want to scare Bette away with such intensity. Knowing that Bette was already on edge about being the first woman Tina’s ever been with only furthered the concern that the brunette might possibly want to pull away from Tina.
Tina was all sighs in the backseat. A tinge of regret began to seep in from telling Bette that she thought she was falling for her. She didn’t even respond, the blonde thought. You’re such an idiot, Kennard! Tina continued to mentally chastise herself as the driver finally noticed her furrowed brow in the rearview mirror.
“They’re predicting rain tonight.” The driver’s deep voice penetrated Tina’s thought process as she met his gaze through in the mirror.