Bette chose the spot to eat their cones, the huge stone fountain in front of the library building. The water was smooth and tricking, so both could hear the other. No one spoke though, instead enjoying their ice cream in comfortable silence. Bette crunched on her almondsgod she loved nuts. Licking the ice cream too fast a brain freeze hit her in the head. Bette winced and whimperedholding her forehead and waiting for it to pass. Tina touched the back of her hair and said what was up. Bette mouthed the words, chuckling Tina patted Bettes knee.itll be over soon. Afterwards they chucked the napkins in the garbage and ascended the concrete stairs leading to the entrance. There was handful of people in the first floor. Bette wandered around with Tina, the architecture was amazing. Huge aisles were filled, simply filled with books. Soon Bette was looking at the Victorian section while Tina was a few feet ahead looking for chairs. Spotting a couch, wow a couch in a library, Tina called over to Bette who came with books in her arms. Sitting down she turned over each book and read the back, Tina doing the same with the others. It struck how right this all felt. The air was stuffy but with a pleasing scent, the light caught the dust dancing, and the atmosphere was so spacious Bette felt so smallshe was glad Tina was with her. Bette laughed silently in her head, this was so unlike her. Then something caught her eyea book she picked up called Victorian Love Poetryflipping through she read snippets of the poems until one caught her eye. Tina meanwhile was reading the biography of Alexander Popethe king of couplets. Then Bettes voice broke her concentration.she looked up. Bette had a smile on her pretty face and eager like a little kid she told Tina that she had found something interesting. Bette had a read an achingly beautiful poem and wanted to read it out loud to Tina, it felt right.in a voice low but soothing to the ear Bette recited the poem.

When my arms wrap you round I press
My heart upon the loveliness
That has long faded from the world;
The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled
In shadowy pools, when armies fled;
The love-tales wrought with silken thread
By dreaming ladies upon cloth
That has made fat the murderous moth;
The roses that of old times were
Woven by ladies in their hair,
The dew-cold lilies ladies bore
Through many a sacred corridor
Where such grey clouds of incense rose
That only God’s eyes did not close:
For that pale breast and lingering hand
Came from a more dream-heavy land,
A more dream-heavy hour than this;
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew,
But flame on flame, and deep on deep,
Throne over throne where in half sleep,
Their swords upon their iron knees,
Brood her high lonely mysteries.

Bette closed the book.its by Yeats you knowTina was quiet. Then with her hand she brushed the curl off of Bette temple, you are so romantic Bette. Bette blushedagainand said quietly she never was, this was the first time she had these sort of.old-school chivalry romance thingy stuff. Bette fiddled with the book coverTina didnt say anything. Thenbecause it seemed like the right thing to doTina took Bettes hand and brought it to her lips. Very softly, very lightly she kissed the inside of Bettes wrist. Gasping quietly Bette brushed a golden lock out of Tinas eyes, both were quiet. Keeping that silence they continued to read to themselvesand although Bette was hyperaware, it felt like the first time that she truly felt at ease with another human being.