Meanwhile, Tina Kennard was bored out of her head. Her face hurt from smiling and her head ached from the constant noise of the chatter around her. It wasn’t as if she actually had to contribute to the conversation so for the most part she just nodded, laughed and smiled from time to time. Oohing and awwing at each man in turn as they one upped each other vying for her attention. Her biggest decision would be deciding which one she would sleep with tonight. None of them held any real appeal to her, they were basically all the same. Finely tuned male physiques, stylishly dressed, not a hair out of place and smart as a bag of hammers. She chuckled at her own joke and the man who was speaking beamed thinking he had succeeded in amusing her which made her laugh again. As the new Producer on board, her job was to smooth the waters around the film production which was dominated by males and she found out quickly when she got the job, that the best way to keep the men in line was to appeal to their vanity. If they were concentrating on her, they didn’t have time to argue amongst themselves and so far it was a winning formula. The trouble was, now they were introducing her to their friends, and friends friends and the circle kept getting bigger. She kept up the smiling persona but tuned out the current story teller and looked around the room. Her eyes fell on a couple of women that were engrossed in a conversation and she was surprised when they both chose that moment to turn and look at her. Her focus was immediately drawn to the slimmer woman who was returnng her gaze intently. She was a gorgeous brunette and Tina was taken back by the directness of her gaze. The brunette’s eyebrow rose questioningly and startled, Tina looked down at her salad. When she looked up again the woman was once again speaking with her companion, a black woman that she recognized as the owner of the cafe from previous visits. For the next half hour or so, she found her eyes drawn time and time again to the brunette. Who was she and why do I care? Finally the lunch hour was over and Tina rose and signalled that time was up. The men argued over who would pay the bill, thus proving their individual wealth in Tina’s eyes, or at least they thought so. Tina was amused by the fact that she hadn’t had to pay for her own meal in over a month. She could care less which one of them paid. She always made a point of thanking the owner before she left but didn’t want to intrude on her since she was still sitting with the brunette.