“Whoa, Whoa, Tracy, calm down, calm down, calm down!” she pulled back and shook the girl violently finally getting her to look at her and not Bette. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“It’s just that… you haven’t called baby, and the last time I seen you was like four days ago. I need to be with you.” she said gingerly caressing Justine’s face trying to garner some sort of affection in return.

Justine pulled back removing her face from the girl’s touch while keeping her hands tightly around the girl’s arms. “Trace, I told you that I would call as soon as I could…”

“Yea but…”

“Tracy!” she sternly interrupted, “I want you to go home and…”

“I am not leaving until you tell this bitch about…” with that last comment Justine forcefully grabbed her hand and lead her further into the parking lot. Leaving Bette standing outside the restaurant to watch from a distance at the heated exchange going on between the two. Bette watched as the young woman continued to push up on Justine and reach for her face clearly trying to make her see reason, but Justine continued to push her away. Bette could see that the young woman was fighting the urge to kiss Justine and every so often she would look towards Bette with malice. It wasn’t so much the surprise and immediate threat from the young woman that baffled Bette, but it was her accusation of the two of them having an intimate relationship.

About ten minutes of standing watching every emotion cross the girl’s face from tears to yearning, Bette finally seen the two of them coming back towards her. The young woman’s eyes were dead locked on Bette, and Justine grinning slightly and trying to hide her looks of fake affection from behind Bette. Justine walked to the restaurant door and held it open for Bette who had turned around and couldn’t believe the entire scene that just played out in front of her.

“You know you owe me an explanation for this.” she said walking in past Justine. They both sat down at the small table away from the lunch crowd as requested by Bette. They ordered their drinks and Bette looked at Justine incredulously. There was no way she was sitting here staring at her lunch menu trying to figure out what to eat knowing full well Bette needed answers to today’s little interaction.