‘Al, that’s great!’ Bette tried to get the initial enthusiasm back to the blonde, not sharing her thoughts of concern that she was getting excited too early. Who am I to talk about getting hung up on someone who’s unavailable?

‘I know, right?!’ Alice laughed. ‘So… how was the date?’

‘It was… amazing.’ Bette couldn’t stop the grin that instantly spread across her face as she thought back to her time with Tina. Her cheeks flushed and a shiver ran down her spine.

‘And?’ Alice voice was thick with intrigue.

‘And, it was amazing.’ Bette replied.

‘Amazing?! That’s all the detail I get?’ Bette could hear the frustration in the blonde’s voice.

‘I’m afraid so, you’ll have to satisfy your need for gossip by talking to someone else for a change. I’m currently trying to wind my way through downtown traffic to the gallery and… Oh come on you midget, just because you can’t see over the steering wheel doesn’t mean the rest of us aren’t here!’

‘I forgot you get massive road rage!’ Alice giggled. ‘Ok, fine. Just don’t let her break your heart. I know you’ve been in love with her for, like ever, but just make sure she treats you well. You deserve to be happy.’

‘Fuck, you feeling alright? Since when did you do mushy, sentimental crap?’ Bette chuckled down the phone.

‘Oh fuck off Porter. So you seeing Tiiiiiina at the gallery?’ The blonde laughed.

‘Bye Alice.’

‘What? Bette Come…’ Bette tapped the headset and disconnected the call. She laughed as she imagined Alice’s face staring incredulously at the phone. Within seconds, her phone beeped alerting her to a text message. As she came to a stop at some traffic lights, she glanced down to read it.

‘Don’t fuck her in a work closet. It may seem like a good idea at the time, until the janitor walks in on you! A x’

Bette laughed. Jesus Alice, you are insane.

She resumed her attention to the road and her thoughts returned to her meeting with Tina when she reached the gallery. Her stomach felt like it was the new residence for butterflies and she kept fidgeting in her seat. No part of her body seemed able to remain still, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel and even her left foot tapped against the foot rest. Good thing I drive an automatic.