That evening Bette was again working late. It was 6.30, and she knew she would probably be here for at least another hour or two. Just as she dropped her head to her hands, her phone vibrated a little across the desk, picking up the phone she read the text. "Hey roomy – ha you can’t do anything from there! ;o) Do you like spag bol? T"



Bette texts back, ‘Is this too flirty?’ she thinks, ‘Oh sod it’, send.



Tina was waiting by the phone in the kitchen, when the phone beeped she jumped with a smile. Picking it up and reading, "Hello T, I love spag bol, should be home around 8. And I shall deal with you then! ;o) B", Tina feels an unfamiliar clench in her belly and immediately texts back before thinking, ‘Oh my god, what am I doing?’



Bette’s phone beeps, she picks it up grinning, "And how will you deal with me Ms Porter? ;op". 

‘Oh Hun you do not want to know’ the brunette thinks. â€¨â€¨Tina is waiting for her reply, the phone beeps and she reads: "The fun is in the not knowing my sweet. Now stop texting and get cooking my dinner! ;o)"



‘Oh my god’ Tina thinks. She sits down, looking at her phone, and then looking up taking in her surroundings. ‘Oh fuck, this I did not predict’.



A couple of hours later Bette arrives home. As it was getting late Tina had already eaten, but had left Bette’s plate warming in the oven. Hearing the car in the driveway, Tina had already moved to the kitchen and was putting the plate on the table as the front door opened. "Hey".



"Hey" Tina shyly replied. "I hope you don’t mind, I’ve already eaten."



"I wouldn’t expect you to wait for me, it’s nice that you’ve even cooked. Thank you." Both feeling slightly reserved now face to face. “Would you like a glass?” Bette says as she opens a bottle of red.

“Please” Tina takes two glasses and moves to the table. The nervous blonde sits down opposite Bette with her legs crossed under her, her arms crossed on the table, chin on her wrists looking up, not realising she was just watching Bette eat.

Bette leans forward, looking down at Tina. “Something on your mind Tina?” The brunette says, putting in another mouthful of food, and squinting her eyes slightly at the blonde.