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Tina sat at the back of the outdoor area of the café, a cup of tea in front of her, her eyes locked on the everlasting ocean. She could see people surfing and boats bobbing the water. it had been a long time since she had been here. she was dressed causally in a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans. A jacket was thrown over the back of her chair. Her hair in a ponytail, she kept pulling at the sleeves of her t-shirt to ensure that they were fully covering her arms. She was ashamed of what she had done all those years ago.
She was nervous. Today she was going to come face to face with the love of her life. A woman she still thought about all the time. Bette had changed her live all those years ago and had completely changed it when she had cheated. Tina knew she had to face her fears and start again. She had leant, while she was recovering that life was too short.
She looked up when she go the feeling that Bette had walked in, she had. Tina took a deep breath. she looked as stunning as ever, she was dressed in pants and shirt, Tina noticed the small bump, but her eyes keep raising the to a face that hadn’t changed. Her dark hair pulled back, showing off her cheekbones. Tina stood, as Bette approached. They looked at each other for a second just taking each other in.
“Erm, please sit down,” Tina pointed to the other chair, “I wasn’t sure what you would like to drink,”
“Decaf tea would be lovely, thank you,” Bette calmly asked to the server who smiled before placing a menu for the lunch options in front of Bette.
Bette sat herself down. She looked over at Tina, she couldn’t believe that she was in front of her. There was a pain in her eyes that Bette wanted to make disappear. She took in Tina’s look, she looked amazing. her hair was longer, she could see that Tina was absently pulling her sleeves down. they were both silent, just taking each other in. it was Bette that spoke first.
“How are you?”
“I’m okay, well right now I’m scared shitless, but that’s my own nervousness. How are you?”