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    The Date

    Story written on June 25, 2010 by WalkOnBy.
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    Suddenly…’There she is. It must be her.’

    ‘Funny, how different the perfume smells on her skin. Better. Much better,’ both were thinking as they held each other, inhaling.

    A simple “Hello”, uttered by them in unison, brought a little laughter from both women as they broke away from their embrace.

    “I’m pleased you’re here on time, I got you your favourite,” and she glanced down to the table to see the coffee there, waiting for her. “Latte? Right? With a shot of vanilla? It‘ll still be hot.”

    Bizarre. Just bizarre. How much this woman knew about her, even down to how she liked her coffee, and until now they’d never spent a moment in each other’s company.

    “That’s right.” And she smiled as she took her seat.

    “It’s so good to see you Tina.” The brunette paused, hoping she wasn’t about to make her companion feel too embarrassed, then continued…”You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

    Tina blushed before returning the compliment, “You too Bette. You know, when you described yourself to me you didn’t do yourself justice.” Bette’s turn to blush.

    They looked at each other’s reddened cheeks and giggled like teenagers.

    “What are we like?”, Tina joked.

    “I know”, Bette acknowledged, as she lifted her coffee-cup to her mouth.

    “Good?”, asked Tina.

    “Perfect. Thank you.”

    “No problem. You can buy the next ones.”

    They chatted like they’d been friends for years before the conversation inevitably turned to more pressing matters.

    “How’s your family Tina?”, Bette broached the subject with trepidation.

    “They’re fine, thanks. Apart from the usual antics that teenagers get up to. They’re good kids really. I can’t complain.”

    Bette nodded and smiled before going on…

    “And your husband?”

    “He’s fine too,” Tina replied before biting gently on the inside of her cheek.

    “Where do they think you are?” Bette asked.

    “Meeting an old school friend. The kids weren’t really interested when I told them I was away on a trip. And he’s got a golf tournament this weekend so I dare say he won’t miss me at all.”

    “His loss,” Bette said without thinking. Tina smiled at the indirect compliment.

    Needing to get way from the subject of her husband, but also being genuinely interested in Bette‘s life, Tina turned the conversation around again, “And how’s things with you?”

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    19. Great start. I have to say Bette’s heart will be broken no matter what happens here. The pain of knowing you’ve met the love of your life, but circumstances will not allow you to have it all. It’ll crush Bette. And Tina? She already knows that’s the way it’ll be. PPS!

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