"Hello?" She called out as she rapped her knuckles against the doorframe. She peaked her head around the corner.

A brunette woman swivelled around on her chair to face her. "Tina, hi." She stood up and walked across the immaculate pine floor, turning down the music along the way. Her hand grasped the door as she swung it wide and gestured for Tina to come inside.

"Sorry, I was doing paperwork. I didn’t hear you come in." Bette said as she walked to her desk.

"Oh, it’s fine. I thought I had missed you." Tina looked around the large, open office. Everything was meticulously organised and incredibly modern.

"Nope, still got the nose to the old grindstone." Bette smiled as she grabbed an envelope from her desk. She walked up to face Tina, the earring now in her hand.

"I could have sworn I watched you put this back on." She was standing so close to Tina now that she could smell the warm peppermint of her breath.

Tina smiled and reached for it. As her fingers clasped the earring, Bette’s fingers engulfed her own and gently pulled her hand down. Tina felt a split-second of confusion as Bette’s amber eyes met her own, she could see something that she thought was desire in them, but thought she must be mistaken. Then suddenly Bette leaned in and kissed her.

Every nerve ending suddenly went off. Tina felt her knees go weak as Bette’s lips enveloped her own. She could smell her perfume, and she desperately wanted to reach up and pull her closer, tangle her fingers in that sleek brown bob–but Bette still had her hand in her own, and she couldn’t seem to gather the strength to lift her other arm.

Bette slowly pulled away, and a smirk slowly played across her lips. She brought her hand back up, and released her grip on Tina’s, revelling in the utter astonishment prominently displayed on her face. Tina’s jaw opened and closed as she tried to find words. The only thing she could think to say was, after a long pause, "Um… Thank you for returning my earring." 

She quickly turned, faltered, and then made her way out of the room. She could feel Bette’s eyes upon her, but she couldn’t stand to be in the room anymore. Once she was out of the hallway, she leaned against one of the walls in the gallery, brushing her hair out of her face and trying to take in what had just happened. She heard the music turn back on in Bette’s office, and she made her way back out the glass doors to her car.

Once she had settled herself in the driver’s seat and turned the car on, she took several deep breaths and leaned her forehead against the top of the steering wheel. As she gathered her composure, she registered that her radio was on and music was playing. It took her a few moments to realise that it was the exact same song that had been playing when she had walked out of the gallery. She looked at the radio: 92.7 fm. Her favourite station, playing one of her favourite songs.