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    “No, I don’t think that you could ever make me uncomfortable” Bette honestly addmited, deciding not to edit herself this time.

    At that moment Tina just melted and blushed intensely for she wasn’t prepared for Bette’s honesty. She knew there were things that she would like to say to that marvellous creature, but deep down she also feared that it may be too soon to say them. So when she heard those words and coming from those lips there wasn’t much she could do, except melting.

    “Are you ready to order?” The waitress asked making her presence noticeable.

    “Sure” Bette said lifting her eyes, taking them away from the blushing blonde.

    “Chef Porter” The woman said surprised and shyly smiling.

    “Yes, I’m sorry I…” Bette was trying really hard to remember that slim and beatiful brunette. I hope this is not… that I did not sleep with her… or otherwise this could turn into a really uncomfortable situation…

    “Don’t worry” The waitress came to Bette’s rescue, since she noticed the brunette clearly had no idea who she was. “I’m Susan, I took a couple of your seminars last year… they were awesome!” The woman finally elaborated further, truly happy to see the chef she admired so much there, but also adding a something extra to her tone of voice.

    “Right… yeah, I remember now. Well I am happy that you enjoyed them” Bette gently smiled, trying really politely to end the conversation there. “This is Tina, she’s my…” The brunette added but quickly felt a rush of panic since she didn’t know how to continue her phrase without making Tina uncomfortable. Sure, Bette sicerely hoped that one day she could call the blonde her girlfriend, but it was certainly too soon for that and the last thing she wanted was to scare the hell out of her companion.

    “I’m her girlfriend” Tina came to Bette’s rescue, since she noticed that this particular waitress could perhaps be a little too interested in the brunette. Her brunette. I swear I’ve never done jealousy… is this how it feels like? Tina asked herself as she realized the feelings she had and how her tone of voice may have outed them.

    “Oh, nice to meet you Tina. So have you two decided what to eat?” The woman finally decided to go on with her job. Something about the word girlfriend had done the trick.

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