“Tina Kennard.”
“What? Who?” Bette asked confused.
“Tina Kennard is the woman Dana knows who can fix this for you. She can call her right now if you want. She’s having a week off and she’s not involved or something, and she doesn’t have kids, so she could probably come over if someone else hasn’t asked her.”
“You seem to know a lot about her.”
“Yeah, well, I met her a couple of times. She’s really nice, you know. I think you’d like her.”
“I like her if she can fix this,” Bette mumbled. “Can’t you give her a call, Al?”

Both women had forgotten about their words earlier. They didn’t talk about it when they had rows, they just changed the subject and buried it. That had been one of the reasons they didn’t work out as lovers, but for a friendship, it worked fine for now. If it ever came to be a problem, they’d see about that then. Bette as well as Alice realised they should be talking more, but they just didn’t feel like it.

“Sure. Just a minute.”

—-A few hours later—-

The doorbell rang and Bette went to get it. She had been lucky as Tina was available and also willing to help Bette out.
The brunette opened the door and felt her jaw dropping to the floor. The woman who stood in front of her had blonde, wavy hair that cascaded just over her shoulders. Her eyes were deep and hazel-coloured, her smile was sincere and honest. Bette took her in from head to toe. Tina Kennard most likely worked out. The brunette couldn’t make out the legs really well in the pair of black jeans, but she was sure they were damn fine. She also had a very nice cleavage, leaving her drooling. Tina was wearing a black shirt with a white wifebeater underneath. Her skin was creamy and pale. She extended her hand and as she spoke, she woke Bette up from her toughts.
“Hi, I’m Tina Kennard,” she said with a soft, Southern drawl that Bette drove mild. Bette shook the hand Tina extended and invited her in with a simple gesture.

As Tina went past her, Bette inhaled her scent. She already knew this woman was an assault on all her senses.
“W-would you like s-something t-to d-drink? A coffee, maybe?” Bette offered nervously, stammering. She never felt like this around any woman – she was very self-assured.
“Sure,” Tina smiled, frowning. Oh God, she must be thinking I’m having some talking issue.
“T-the computer… I… I’ll show y-you w-where it is.” Bette was beating herself up inside. Was she seriously stammering in front of the most beautiful woman she had ever seen? Never had she been so glad that Al was out – she would have too much of a good time seeing this.
Bette walked to her desk and felt Tina following behind her. Tina sat down at the chair while Bette disappeared into the kitchen.