“Bye Alice, thanks.”  Bette loved Alice and then at times she wonders how they were friends and even dated.

Bette went to the soccer store and felt like a foreign person looking at all the paraphernalia for this sport that Tina obviously was proud of.  Bette grinned, well she should she is fucking amazing at playing the damn sport.  Overwhelmed with all the goods in the store, she went to talk to the clerk.

“What would be a perfect gift for a female soccer player?”  The clerk ogled at Bette and smiled, thinking she would look great in some short shorts.

“Excuse me, hello?  Can you help me or what?”  Bette becoming impatient standing there with this kid, who obviously retarded, and has a drooling problem, was ready to move on her own and find something nice for Tina.

“Sorry mam, yes, well if she likes Pro teams we have scarves and jerseys, and pretty much anything that will make a soccer fan happy.”  The clerk was trying to make up for his moment of stupidity and smiled at Bette.

“Thanks, appreciate.”  Bette moved on and looked at all the equipment to choose from.  She remembered Tina mentioning how much she loved Chelsea club over in UK and their jackets.  Tina told her that she was about to buy the jacket, but couldn’t due size issue.  Bette saw her size and grabbed a jersey and a t-shirt of the team..and hell some freaking socks.  Bette thought that girl goes through socks I bet a lot.  She paid for her purchases and was off to get something she knew well, wine.

Bette knew a nice red and a desert wine would be a nice touch for their evening.  Nice to drink it off of Tina, she couldn’t wait to see her reaction to her gifts and what their night may bring both of them.  Bette never thought this would happen ever, she had always felt emotionally disconnected with people she had dated and wanted to take this relationship seriously. 

At Tina’s

“Fuck, Bette just called she is five minutes away and I am not ready!  I need another shower because I had to go for a run, no I didn’t Tina!”  Tina usually didn’t yell at herself out loud, but she was having one her funny moments running around like she was doing her one tournament games or a race.  She was almost done making her chicken parmesan and it was just about be dinging to be done.  The yogurt pie was set and well..the house was clean enough to her standards.  New sheets, Tina smirked, new sheets for new love to be made.  All she had to do was jump in the shower and she was set.  She wrote a quick note for Bette come in and get comfy.