Bette Porter stepped into the center spotting the person she was looking for saying goodbye to some of the teenagers he helped. He hadn’t changed one bit over the years. He was still tall, rugged, and handome like always. He was the type of man every woman wanted, except Bette, of course.

Maybe that’s why they got along so well. Bette observed him for a moment, noticing the way he moved his rough calloused hands in a delicate manner that wasn’t usual for a straight man. He was always a question mark on the gaydar, but Bette knew him better. His skin was way darker than Bette’s, it was a deep chocolate brown and Bette noticed a few teenage girls swooning over his overwhelming attractiveness.

His hazel eyes were similar to Tina’s, but his were more determined and fierce, while Tina’s were more kind and innocent. Looks can be deceiving though. Bette has seen a side of Tina that she never thought existed. That’s what brought her here.

“Bette?”

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the deep voice of her dear friend. She looked up toward the muscular man and offered him a smile. He returned the smile in kind and walked over to her. Bette could have sworn she heard women sighing when he smiled. His smile was absolutely gorgeous even Bette could admit that. It was a smile that could only be leveled by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson himself.

“Jay,” Bette said as he pulled her into a bear hug. Bette looked like a twig next to him and she was quickly buried in his massive arms.

“How long has it been since you’ve visited me?” Jay said releasing Bette and putting his hand on his hip.

“You’re sure you’re not gay?” Bette said with a grin.

Jay rolled his eyes, “don’t change the subject!”

Bette laughed. It felt so good to laugh. After everything that was heppening all around her, she needed a good laugh.

“Okay, okay,” Bette said, “email is not enough. I’m sorry, I’ll visit more often.”

“You don’t live that far from me, so there’s no excuse,” Jay scolded, “now come sit. You’ve kept me updated on your life through email, but I know if you’ve come to see me, it’s because something is wrong.”