She was different than I imagined her to be. More sophisticated and less scary in person.

When I shook her hand I blushed, I had no idea why. I blamed it on the heat “And you must be the best friend” I properly held her hand longer than I should but it was a very firm handshake. It was my way of getting back to her for interrupting so many nights with her late night calls but my crack at sarcasm was not lost on Carly, she nudged me with her elbow, silently reminding me to be nice.

To be honest, I was already eager to leave. Tina gave me an unnerving feeling.

“So..” Carly added casually, obviously trying to break the ice “Isn’t this nice?”

God, I wanted to roll my eyes so bad but I knew I was being watched “It’s great” it came out a little more dry than I intended

“Here’s a thought”

Oh finally, she speaks instead of just burning holes in me with her eyes.

Carly gave me a reassuring look.

“How about we hit some clubs? Maybe enjoy some of the scenery?” Giving me an alluring glance.

Who was this woman? I had been told she was a player and I got that but did she have to be so smug about it? And as I glanced across at my girlfriend I realised just how little these two had in common.

For starters Tina was a movie exec with a degree from UCLA. Carly travelled right out of college, seeing the sights—experiencing life. Tina was obviously a free spirit, whereas Carly loved rules and organisation.

How could the two be this close.

“Tina, it’s a Thursday night”

“Carly” Tina said it so sternly “You aren’t going to get into trouble, right Porter?”

I quickly shot her a glance. The nerve of this woman “I would rather you didn’t call me that”

“Babe..”

I knew by the way she said it that I needed to be  a little nicer “I’m.. sorry, Tina”

“Your forgiven”

The three of us stood there in an awkward silence for what felt like a hours.

“So is that a yes or no on the club?”