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Bette lost sight of Tina among the colorful fruit stands and hanging scarves. They were at the local morning farmer’s market, which doubled as a bazaar of sorts, where different stands sold everything from fresh fruit to hats, skirts and sarongs to potted plants and herbs. There were even stalls with homemade jewelry, candles, pottery and canned goods.
There was a festive feel to the air, everyone in a good mood after the stormy day yesterday. Somewhere someone was playing the acoustic guitar and the day was bright but not too hot.
Earlier, they enjoyed a light breakfast at a small café on the way into town, freshly roasted coffee and a piece of quiche, the conversation between them easy, their friendship deepening the longer they spent time together. They woke up cuddly and in love, the night spent making love, the exploration of each other’s bodies not dampening the need they still both felt.
They sat close to each other at the cafe, a part of their body always touching, and each found reasons to hold the other’s hand, tuck errant hair behind an ear or lean in closer for a kiss. Had Shane been with them she would have commented on how fucking cute they were, but they were so absorbed in each other it is doubtful if they would have heard.
They started out at the market together, holding hands as they made their way through the first set of stands, Bette leading as they took in the scene around them. Bette was quickly absorbed in a small collection of art history books, engaging the seller in a heated debate on controversial art pieces and whether they should be considered vile or visionary.
As soon as Tina heard him utter the infamous words, “clearly madam, you do not understand art…” she knew Bette was prepped for battle.
A fencing master hearing the words “en garde” would not be more prepared to defend their honor then Bette at this moment. Tina could practically feel the energy coming off her girlfriend as Bette all but rolled up her sleeves to the task of enlightening the little man.
Tina rubbed Bette’s back, then smirked, watching as Bette’s hands started gesturing, knowing she would be occupied for some time.