Tina only heard the lesbian part. She had herself started to think about her own sexuality. She knew that she wasn’t only into guys. There was something about women that made her feel something, exciting. Not exactly sure what. But it’s the later months, even the last year that the feelings have developed. She hasn’t told anyone about these feelings, not even Dana. She wants to keep it that way a little longer.

Later that week, she was well into her job at the cafe. And the gallery owner did come in every day, at the same time. Always alone, looking sad.

Tina walked over with coffee refill.

“Do you want a refill?” Tina asks softly, not to scare the woman.

“Yes please.” Bette Porter replies. She glances up at Tina but quickly looks down again. “And could I get a omelett maybe?” She asks.

“Sure, you want anything else in it? Ham, cheese, bacon maybe?” Tina asks.

“Ham would be good, thank you.” Bette Porter says.

“Good, I’ll be back in a few.” Tina says and smiles. She walks quickly back into the kitchen and places the order. “Tom? Can I take my break after delivering this order?” Tina asks.

“Sure, Kennard, get something to eat too, don’t want you to loose energy.” Tom her boss says.

“Thanks Tom, I won’t.” Tina replies with a smile. 10 minutes later the omelett was finished. She takes it back to Bette Porter.

“Here you go Ms. Porter, Bon apetitt.” Tina says and turns, but is stopped by Bette.

“Excuse me, how do you know my name?” Bette asks.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Earlier this week, my friend Josh, remember him? Asked for your number?” Tina says.

“Yeah, I remember him. Were you in on the bet too?” Bette asks.

“No, I wasn’t. I left for the bathroom. I don’t like it when they do that.” Tina says. “May I sit down?” Tina asks softly.

Bette nods. “Thank you.” Tina says.

“I wasn’t in on the bet. But I heard them talk when I got back, so that’s why I know our name Ms. Porter.” Tina says and gives her a little smile.

“Oh okay. So what’s yours then?” Bette asks.

“Christina Kennard. I go by everything though, back home it’s Tina, Chrissy and here it is Christina or Kennard so. You can choose.” Tina says and grins. She feels like she’s developing a small blush, hoping Ms. Porter won’t notice.