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Lake Shore, New Orleans – Tuesday
Feeling the light breeze sweep across her forehead, Bette furrowed her brows in confusion. Groaning softly, she felt the hardness of the ground beneath her- and a soft sensation beneath her chin. Opening her eyes, she saw the blueness of the sky- the sun in the distance. Feeling a weight on her shoulder, she peered down to see the blonde resting peacefully against her chest.
Smiling softly, she gently ran her fingers through the silky blonde locks. Seeing Tina snuggle deeper into her hold, she bent her head to kiss the forehead of the blonde.
Feeling the sensation of soft lips on her, Tina opened her eyes to look up and saw dark orbs staring down at her. “Morning,” she said- her voice slightly hoarse.
“Morning,” Bette whispered, smiling down at the blonde.
Sitting up slowly, Tina ran her fingers through her still wavy hair as she looked at the open water, “I can’t believe we fell asleep.”
Bette laughed, the smile never leaving her face. Sitting up next to the blonde, she looked out at the birds flying in the sky.
“What time is it?” Tina asked, yawning as she looked over at Bette- brushing a curl behind her ear.
Bette kissed Tina’s hand as she went to grab her phone to see the time, “uh- 8:36…”
Tina nodded, scooting backward so she was leaning against the bark of the tree, “what time is your meeting with that artist you met on Sunday?”
“You remembered?” Bette asked, smiling as she watched Tina nod. “I’m meeting him at 1-ish.”
Tina nodded, closing her eyes once more as she stretched her arms over her head. “You should probably get going. Alice is probably wondering where you are.”
“Yeah…wait what?” Bette asked, confused by the wording. “What do you mean I should get going?”
“Oh,” Tina said, standing up and offering her hands to the brunette to help her stand. “I’m sticking around here. I got some stuff I have to do.”
Furrowing her brows, “I can drive you.”
Tina shook her head, “no, really. It’s okay.”
“I insist,” Bette said, wrapping her arms around the blonde. “Really, I’ll drive you.”
Tina smiled tightly, “go.”
“Why won’t you let me drive you?” Bette asked, backing away softly.