Chapter Two

Tina was glad the dinner was over and they could go to the movies. There, she wouldn’t have to seem interested in anything Ian had to say.
When they left the restaurant, Tina was looking around to see where Bette Porter was.
“Tina? Is something wrong?” Ian asked. Tina felt as if someone had woken her from a deep sleep.
“No, nothing,” she answered after a while. Ian frowned his eyebrows but apparently decided that it didn’t matter.
“Let’s go.”
Tina felt disappointed when she couldn’t find Bette anymore. She had probably left before them and the idea she would never meet this woman again made her feel empty.

How the hell was that possible? You don’t even know the woman, for heaven’s sake!
At the movies, it was hard for her to concentrate. Ian had been so gentle to let her choose one, and she had just named the first movie that came to her mind. It seemed to be a complex story that required all the viewers’ attention and Tina’s brains were to busy for that. They were busy thinking about that woman.

She decided to ask Shane if she had ever met her. She took out her cellphone and started typing in a message.

U know bette porter?

Ian looked at her to see what she was doing and Tina quickly hid her cellphone, she didn’t want him to see it. Shane answered more quickly then she had ever done.

Brunette? Artsy type? Freakin hot?

Tina smiled. She didn’t know about the art stuff, but that she was a brunette and hot as hell had been clear from the very first moment she had seen her.

Yeah, that 1.

A few seconds later, she had already received a reply. Ian looked away from the movie again, which seemed to cause him a lot of trouble. Tina guessed he was kinda into the story and stuff.
“Something wrong?” he whispered.
“This is a cinema you’re at! We’re trying to watch a movie here,” a man behind them said, sounding rather angry.
“Sorry,” Ian apologized politely.
Tina didn’t pay much attention to the conversation going on between the two men and was already replying Shanes question: Why?

because I want her.

Tina hesitated, would she really send that? She pressed the erase-button and typed a new message.

just because

When Ian asked her what she thought about the movie afterwards, Tina had no idea what to reply.
“Yes, it was wonderful,” Tina heard a familiar voice say. In the mean while, the lights had been turned back on and Tina gasped for breath. Walking right in front of her eyes: Bette Porter.

“Excuse me,” she said to Ian. “I’ll be right back. Stay here.”
She ran as fast as she could in her high heels and felt like a complete idiot. What the hell am I doing? I’m running after her like some high school desperate. You have great company there.

But her thoughts couldn’t stop what her body wanted.
“Bette!” she shouted, embarrassed by the looks people gave her. Bette hadn’t heard her and was walking towards the doors. Tina put on another sprint, but her high heels didn’t make that an easy job and she stumbled over her feet. It hurt like hell, but she couldn’t care less.
All she cared about was seeing Bette Porter walking through the doors, disappearing in the night.

“Is something wrong, Tina? Have I done something wrong?”
“No, Ian, I’m fine. I just… I hurt my ankle pretty bad. I would like to go home and see if I could put some ice on it.”
“Shall I take you?”
Tina wanted to tell him to fuck off, but she did need his help. She couldn’t get home all by herself.
“Yes, that would be nice.”
Ian supported her as they were walking towards his car. Tina kept on cursing herself for making such a fool of herself and for being so ungrateful towards Ian.

He was helpful, charming, handsome, a gentleman, funny and entertaining. Every woman would fall for that. Why couldn’t she?