Helena was so deep in thought that she almost didn’t hear the doorbell. Taking a deep breath she made her way to the door buzz Bette in. She didn’t even bother to look at the monitor. Knowing without a doubt it would be Bette coming through her door. Waiting just inside her door she watch as the elevator doors open. As usual right on time. Could this woman get any more beautiful? Now you my lady are truly a piece of art.

As Bette exit the elevator she saw Helena waiting at her door. She couldn’t help but notice the sad look on her face and wondered what or who put it there. Making her way to her she stopped just in front her.

“Hello, are you waiting for someone?

“Why yes I am but she seem to be a minute late. Normally she very prompt.”

“I’m never late. In fact I have 3 minutes to spare. So are you going to invite me in?”

“You are so smug. You know that don’t you? Helena said with a smile.

“Who? Bette looked around as though Helena was speaking to someone else. “You certainly don’t mean me do you? Touching her chest as though her feelings where hurt she replied with a smile of her own. “Of course I am. By the way these are for you.” Handing her the flowers and kissing her softly on the cheek. She took a step back.

“What’s wrong Helena?

“Bette you shouldn’t have. Where are my manners? Come in please. She stepped aside as Bette walked through the door, closing it when they were both in.

“Could I get you something to drink? But first let me put these in a vase. I’ll be right back. Helena disappeared into the kitchen in search of a vase.

Bette didn’t fail to notice her avoiding the question but she wouldn’t push her just yet. You have to come out here sooner or later Helena and I’ll be waiting.

Helena was having second thoughts about this whole evening. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all. What she don’t know can’t hurt her. Right? So why ruin it. It’s in the past. Leave the past alone, it’s not bothering anyone. Why bring up old rubbish? She couldn’t stop her hands from trembling as she tried to put the roses in the vase. Yellow roses for friendship. But would they be friends after she confess her motives for coming into her life? Maybe not.