“Stop being so fucking sarcastic!” barked Shane her face was a bright red that Sam had never seen before.

            “Come on,” snapped Sam getting up and pulling Shane off the bed, tugging her down the stairs and allowing Shane only a second to put her shoes on.  Once outside, Sam waved to the car, “You drive.  I’ll tell you were to go.”

            Shane looked at the car, a very sweet Mazda that gleamed in the fading light of the day, “But…”

            “Oh get the fuck in the car and drive, it’s a car, you can drive a stick?” barked Sam with a bulging jaw.

            “What kind of lesbian do you take me for?” asked Shane with insult in her voice.

            “One, hopefully, that fucks women, now get in the fucking car,” ordered Sam as she got into the passenger’s seat of her own car, waiting.

            Shane grimaced, but did as she was told.  Over thirty minute later, Sam had directed Shane to a part of LA that she didn’t frequent.  They left the car and walked half way down a street.  Shane contemplated grabbing Sam’s hand, but resisted, not sure if she should or not.  Shane had to look up to the street signs to see just where she was.  Pushing open a door to a corner building, the sign over the door said simply, Diner.  Sam waved Shane in, and Shane made a face but went in nonetheless. 

            She was greeted by a sight she wasn’t really prepared for, an old fashioned diner.  Complete with an old jukebox in the corner, “Hi Sam!” called a waitress behind the counter. Shane kept looking around, ignoring the waitress for the time being.  Red and white checkered tables, neon signs on the walls, and what looked like an actually soda fountain.  Shane was confused.

            “Hey Sharon,” said Sam as she found an empty booth.  Grabbing Shane’s hand gently to pull her along with her, Shane seemed to be rooted in her spot.

            “What is this place?” asked Shane as she followed Sam realizing that her fingers were intertwined with Sam’s and she felt like a teenager, then she stopped that thought, Shane had never felt like an awkward kid on a first date.  Shane didn’t date, she fucked, had relationships without the real dates, had she and Carmen ever really dated?  They’d gone to The Planet, somewhere safe, but never getting dressed up and venturing away from their safe and normal place in life.