It had started to drizzle outside as Dana entered the coffee shop. Her manager had told her the reporter was a brunette, but she did not have any other description besides that. She scanned the room, and of course there were at least ten other brunettes in the room. Then she saw one sitting off to the side, mumbling to herself, and writing in a notebook. Dana stared at this lady, in aw of her presence. She could not understand how all of a sudden she felt herself get extremely nervous. She was already nervous, but now she was not sure would be able to walk over there, let alone carry on a conversation.

            Alice glanced at her watch, the tennis player was late. She thought arent athletes suppose to be punctual? then she heard a sweet voice next to her.

            Alice Pieszecki?  

            Yes? Alice looked up into the most beautiful brown eye she had ever seen. She was for a loss of words, another thing that never happened to Alice. This womans beauty overwhelmed her. Wow umDana Fairbanks? Alice stood up, and extended her hand for Dana to shake. The second their hands touched there was an electric shock. Ouch Alice said softly.

            I – I Dana was stumbling over her words. She could not believe that just happened. She hurt this person and they had not even said more then five words to each other.

            Miss Fairbanks, it is cool. That stuff happens. Alice said reassuring the athlete, although she did find it kind of strange.

            Are you sure? Because it sounded like it hurt. Danas cheeks blushed with embarrassment. I mean…

            Seriously, it was more of a reaction ouch then a hurt ouch.

            Are you sure? Dana could not believe how much of an idiot she was making of herself. Relax Dana.

            Yes, trust me. Alice said smiling at her. Taking another sip of her coffee. Miss Fairbanks would you like a drink or just get to it.

            Dana blushed again. Please call me Dana, and I think I will go get a drink. Is that okay?

            Hey you are the tennis star, not me. Alice laughed; she was enjoying how nervous Dana was getting. Some how she felt this weird connection to her, but just could not place what it was.