‘Ok, well that settles it, if Tina, the artist I may add, want’s it there, then that’s where it stays. It’s part of a non-linear narrative so if that’s what the artist wants, that’s how we display it.  Come on James, you know that.’ Bette’s mind had returned to her body. She was good at this and her assertiveness, though it didn’t always win her friends, certainly spoke volumes about how she knew the business and art in particular.  James cleared his throat.

‘Sorry, I uh. I was just thinking something different.’ He shifted his eyes to the floor.

‘Don’t be sorry, art is all about questioning perspective and interpretation.’ She smiled at him as he nodded and headed off to talk to the carpenter’s responsible for positioning the paintings. As she glanced back in Tina’s direction, she saw that the blonde had moved closer. Her breath caught in her throat again.

‘Thank you, that means a lot.’ Tina said. She smiled at Bette’s nervousness. It allowed her to disguise her own. Her skin tingled at the memories of their date and she felt overwhelmed with the desire to kiss Bette right then and there.

‘Hi.’ Bette said softly as she moved closer to Tina. She didn’t break their eye contact and the intensity of their stare seemed to increase with each closing footstep.

‘Hi.’ Tina replied as she helped to close the gap between them. They were now inches away from each other and completely unaware of anything else around them. Their eyes burned into the other and Tina tilted her head slightly so that she could lean in towards Bette. She felt a hand slide up her forearm and gasped at the touch, a reaction not lost on Bette who smiled as she leaned in towards the blonde.

‘T’ Bette whispered their lips were almost touching and Tina moaned softly into Bette’s mouth at the sound of her nickname. A nickname only Bette used. It made her legs feel weak and she started to shiver. Tina brought a hand up to cup Bette’s cheek which made the brunette crumble.

‘Bette!’ A shrill voice boomed from the door and shocked them out of their world. They jumped back from each other and turned towards the owner of the interrupting voice whose heels were clicking their way over to them.