Listen, I am alone at a crossroads

I’m not at home in my own home

And I’ve tried and tried

To say what’s on my mind

As soon as they are ready for another round of lovemaking, a weird sound coming out from Bette’s office bag. They listen carefully, Beyonce’s ‘Listen’ is coming out of nowhere, as if it is trying to steal the attention from the lover birds.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Tina rolls her eyes.

“Seriously? Every time?” Bette looks at the direction of her phone, disbelieved.

“No, I meant your ringtone.”

“What’s wrong with my ringtone?”

“Beyoncé?”

“What’s wrong about Beyonce? She’s hot!”

Tina raises her eyebrow, Bette quickly makes a fake cough.

“Um, well…” Bette coughs to hide her embarrassment. “Compare to you, she’s ugly, you are way much sexier.”

Tina humphs. “Smooth, detective porter, very smooth.”

“Hmm…I love you too.”

“You really should get into the habit of turning your phone off when you’re off work.”

Bette squeezes her eyes into a line, she stares at her phone, then she turns back to her girlfriend.

“Just ignore it.”

The two lovers go back to but the ring continues.

How annoying, and irritating.

“Come on, baby, it’s probably important.” Her lover giggles.

“Not as important as this.” Bette says while her hands are all over Tina’s body.

“Not again, sweetie, go get the phone,” Tina says jokingly. “And remember to change your ringtone.”

“What? Why? I love Beyonce…”

Tina raises both of her eyebrows.

“…’s songs…”

Her eyebrow rises when the blonde heard what the detective has said.

“Nice save again, Porter.”

“Anytime, love.”

They go back to their business, while ‘Crazy in love’ starts to play when their second make out starts.

“Wow, the person on the phone must be in urge.” Tina is in awe.

“If it’s Alice again, I am so going to kill her next time I see her.”

The blonde smirks. “Go get her, honey.”

“Only that crazy journalist will call in such late midnight.”

“You’ve said that a dozen times, baby, and yet, your dear friend is still very well alive,” Tina smirks.

“Soon, baby, soon, she’s my friend, after all, I need to give her time to write her will, or I’ll feel bad about it.” Bette says while putting on her robe and walking to her bag to grab the phone.