“Good morning Bette, and yes of course you can say hi” Joan decided it wasn’t worth fighting her friend in order to explain her that her amazement only derived from seeing how happy the Chef was, even though she was late.

“Listen Joan, tonight I…” Bette stopped right there thinking about how much information should she provide her sous chef.

“Tonight you have a date” The other woman completed what she already knew with a smile on her face and Bette just looked at her sincerely puzzled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here making sure everthing is done according to your standards… just go have fun with Tina” The woman sweetly added and her boss and friend just nodded showing nothing but gratitude on her face.

Eventually time flew and Bette was finishing the final touches on her make up. She had no idea where Tina would be taking her, so chosing the outfit had proven to be quite a challenge but in the end the brunette knew she had chosen well. The chef wanted to see the blonde more than anything and she really didn’t care where they would end up, as long as they got to be togheter but she did want to impress her date.

At exactly 7 o’clock the doorbell of Bette’s house was ringing. Instinctively Bette rushed to the door not without checking herself once more on the mirror.

“Wow” Was all Tina could mutter as the door finally opened and it took her a couple of seconds to actually be able to say that. You gotta breathe… just breathe…

“You look absolutely stunning” Bette finally coached herself to say what was in her head since the feeling was apparently mutual.

“No Bette, you do” Tina said completely mesmerized at the sight of her date, feeling her body instantly react to such a beauty. The blonde had to actually do some serious restraining not to jump at Bette right there.

“Please come in” Bette eagerly said and moved away from the door. Tina entered the brunette’s house and just stood there waiting for the chef to close the door behind her. “Let me give you a tour” Bette quickly added for she too had to do some serious selfcontrol in order not to take the blonde right on the entrance of her house.