She shakes her head and studies me as only Dana can. “I disagree”

Jogging effortlessly with her neck craned towards me, she waits for me to divulge all my worries. Her perceptive cobalt blues appear almost azure this morning under the bright florescent lights and as always they inspire confidence, beckoning my heavy heart to lay all its troubles at her feet.

In my excitement last week I told her about my budding relationship with Tina. Having already overcome Tina’s resistance I was happy and confident that everything would work out and didn’t see any reason not to share the news with one of our closest friends. Perhaps I was wrong in not discussing it with Tina first. Her reaction last night didn’t just confirm her wish to keep us a secret but it also gave me reason to be cautious. “Obviously she’s not sure of what she wants. I don’t really understand where I’m suppose to go from here Dane”

 “If love were a sport Bette you’d have the advantage here. From what you’ve told me, you had months to process your feelings for her. Tina has had what, 2 weeks? Be fair.” Dana reaches over and decreases the speed on my treadmill so I’m not jogging but walking. "And as far as where you go from here – I say don’t be rushed. Why does it have to be a race to the finish line? Give her time and if it takes her awhile to come around, so be it. Just enjoy the slow pace”

“Assuming she comes around, what if she doesn’t?”

“She’ll come around. The woman sat through not 1 but 3 Twilight films when everyone else refused to accompany you. If that doesn’t say I love you I don’t know what does.” She jokes, offering me a comforting smile.

“You suggest I sit back and do nothing?” I ask, feeling too dejected to even jump up and defend my weakness for the vampire themed films.

“No” She goes into cool down mode until her treadmill comes to a complete stop. “That wouldn’t be you.” She towels off the rivulets of sweat running along her temple and hops off the machine.