I shrugged, “Nothing really planned, just will need to check voicemail at some point to see if I got this job or not.”

“Aren’t they just going to call your cell?”

“Yeah, I don’t have one of those right now.”

Alice nodded, “Too bad, I don’t know how I lived before mine. Well, I have to do some investigative shopping for an article I’m writing if you want to come.”

I scoffed, “Investigative shopping?”

She giggled, “Yeah, I’m writing an article on the top 10 thrift shops in WeHo. If you have nothing else to do, you can come along. Maybe we’ll see something to wear tonight.”

Figuring I had nothing else to do, and not remembering the last time I had gone shopping, I agreed. We finished our coffees and headed out the door. We started walking down the road, heading towards the shops that lay before us. We started small talking, or rather Alice started telling me probably every thought that was going through her head. She cracked me up, I had never met anyone so… free. She was bubbly and energetic, talked non-stop, and talked about maybe six different things all at once, bouncing back and forth between them. I quickly fell into a easy feeling, relaxed in this person’s company. She asked a few questions about me, but nothing that made me uncomfortable.

“So you’re crashing with Bette right now?”

“Yeah, but just until I can find a place of my own.”

She grinned, “So are you guys… you know?”

I laughed, “No, we’re not. I only just met the woman, she’s offering me a place to stay, and last I heard, she was dating that Tina chic. I’m not messing with that.”

Alice nodded, “Good, just checking. I think Tina and Bette make a cute couple. I’m just lookin’ out for my girls! Where are you from?”

I looked at her with a new level of respect. She was looking out for her “girls”. I respect loyalty like that. Always have, always will. “Uh, I moved to LA from Austin.”