Bette, how are you? Its been far too long.

Well youre the one always jetting off around the world, never returning my phone calls.

Bette seemed to take on the tone of the adult in the conversation, the only thing which stopped her from being patronising was the smile and warmth in her eyes. Millie was obviously used to this because she just returned the smile and rolled her eyes at the confident beauty before her. The two friends continued their conversation fuelled by witty remarks and subtle digs in each others direction.

I couldn’t help but drift away from them and glance at Tina who was standing in front of me. I was glad I did because she caught my eye and smiled, shaking her head at the two gossiping brunette’s next to us. We shared a giggle, realising we were both in the same situation; being held by our partner as if we were just an extension of their outfit and expected to stand there and simply fore fill the duty of looking good and smiling.

As it became apparent that we were not really needed in their conversation, as the subject had surprisingly turned to art, Tina extended her hand to me.

Tina Kennard. she said, her accent was soft and had a certain twang to it which I had noticed creep into Millies voice on occasions.

Trixie Hayley. I said, taking the hand in my own.

We smiled, glancing away and dropping our hands from one another’s touch. I didn’t know what it was but there was a feeling of familiarity with this woman, but there was no way that was possible because she lived in America. Maybe I recognised something beyond facial recognition; a similarity in our lives. Glancing over at Millie and Bette every now and then I could already see a distinct similarity. We had both been captured by two of the most head strong, beautiful and confident lesbians in LA.

So, do you live over here? she asked, her dark eyes seemed to be constantly smiling.

I knew that look, that was the look I had in my eyes all day yesterday. It was certainly a look of satisfaction and a vibrant glow of contentment.