As she sipped her cappuccino, Tina remembered happy memories of Bette constantly surprising her with either a new coffee or tea blend, pampering her most mornings with breakfast in bed.  Often preceded by a tickle attack, and followed by deep kisses…then moaning… 

Tina’s reverie was interrupted by Bette, who was saying, “Let me check with Tina if she has a few days to allow us to go there, then.” 

Where? Tina mouthed to Bette, who was smirking, as if she knew where Tina’s thoughts had gone to. 

Bette was shaking her head, as she mouthed, I know why you weren’t listening, then gave her a slow wink.  

After a few more minutes talking to Arvind, Bette said, “Okay, Arvind, let me get back to you tomorrow, after I discuss things with George.  Tina and I are sitting to breakfast just now, and she’s prepared this romantic waffle for me, which I would hate to grow cold…” 

Arvind apologized profusely, again, and they hang up. 

“What was that about?,” Tina asked, as she spooned some more whip cream on her waffle.  She reached over to Bette, scooping some whip cream on the side of the brunette’s plate, knowing Bette didn’t like foods mixed up in her plate.  Bette was sipping her own cappuccino as she did so. The brunette smiled her thanks at Tina, picking up her napkin, and spreading it on her lap. 

As she unfolded the napkin, a note slipped out, and fell softly on the table, next to her plate.  Bette smiled at Tina, who was looking at her expectantly.  Another note from Tina. 

Tina’s habit of writing notes to Bette, at first attached to flowers she sent to Bette’s office, when they’d first returned from Paris, quickly became one of her most endearing qualities, to the brunette.  Tina’s note was always the highlight of Bette’s day.  No matter how stressed she’d been on any given day, finding a note from the blonde inevitably gave her a lift. 

Tina also kept things mysterious with her notes – hiding them in unpredictable places, like in the folds of her tablet case sometimes, or in her coat pocket, in the tin of coffee beans in the kitchen, or even handed to her by the assistant she shared with George.  Tina wasn’t above arranging with maître d’s of restaurants Bette would go to, if she had managed to check in on Bette’s schedule that day, and found out where the brunette was scheduled to have lunch, for a romantic flower arrangement and note to be handed to her right in the restaurant.