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    School Night – Part One

    “Hey, I’m really sorry. It’s so busy in here today. I was just wondering if I could grab a corner of your table to drink my coffee?” said a woman that Tina didn’t recognise.

    “Yeah, sure, I was just leaving anyway.” said Tina, surprised by this turn of events.

    “Leaving, already. Hey, I can’t be that bad, can I?” asked the woman, who Tina was now noticing was tall, slim, strangely attractive.

    “It’s not you. I have to deal with something at home. I think there’s a problem with my cell phone and I want to see if I can get it fixed.” replied Tina, wondering why she was offering this much information.

    “Your cell phone? I could take a look at it for you, if you want?”

    “You know about cell phones?” asked Tina, furrowing her brow somewhat.

    “Not really, but I do know that I’m new in town and it would be nice to talk to someone, even if for just five minutes.” said the woman, smiling shyly.

    “I guess I’ve got five minutes.” said Tina, making herself comfortable in her seat again.

    “That’s great. So what’s wrong with your phone?”

    “Nothing really. It’s just that I sent a text to someone and I was expecting a reply and I haven’t got one yet. It’s nothing really I’m just being impatient.”

    “Is this text from a work colleague, a friend or your girlfriend?” asked the dark haired woman.

    “Girlfriend.” replied Tina, wondering where her new companion was going with this.

    “Well, they always take the longest to reply. It’s always the people you don’t really care about that respond the quickest.”

    “That’s so strange. I was just thinking that about my emails. It’s always the one’s that give you more work to do that come in thick and fast.”

    “So true.”

    “I’m sorry. I’m being rude. My name’s Tina.”

     

    “Shane.” smiled the woman who was intriguing Tina more and more.

    “Well, it’s good to meet you Shane.” smiled Tina, in return.

    “Can I get you another coffee? Now that we’ve been introduced, you can’t run off now.”

    Tina looked at her watch. She didn’t really have anywhere she needed to be right now, and besides, she was enjoying herself. She just hoped that no-one she knew walked in. She knew how quickly gossip could travel, and before she could even get home, the news would have gotten to her lover that she was talking to another woman.

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    Comments

    1. I’m wondering whom the ‘girlfriend’ is, a bored Bette? I’ve always resisted a Shina fic, but you make the attraction between them, whether as friend or lover, plausible. Looking forward to more posts, as I always do with your writing. Thanks!

    2. Welcome back. I am not sure where you are going with this story, but since I love Tina and you have always done her justice I am excited to read this chapter. There is a video on youtube with the Shane-Tina theme using Evanscence’s “Solitude”. Loved the video even though I am a die hard Tibetter.

    3. I was just re-reading some of your other fics the other night and VOILA— a new post from you. I love Tibette but Shane & Tina makes an interesting coupling. Can’t wait to read where you take this storyline. PS

    4. A new post from you! Yay! And as for this story: interesting. Very very interesting. I’m in. And have i mentioned “yay” that you’re posting again?

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