She wondered about the events this sign had bear witness too… how many people had walked by it without giving it a second glance… how many had stopped and wondered about the meaning of the words as she had whenever she saw it… what was the message the original artist had meant to deliver…

Jodi felt a hand touch her hair with tenderness. She looked over her shoulder to find Bette standing over her, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her kissable lips. Bette mouthed a silent "Hey."

"Hey yourself," spoke Jodi. Bette offered her a hand and she quickly took it and incorporated herself.

"The guys are complaining that you haven’t stopped for lunch," Bette signed, nodding towards the place where the workers had gathered.

Tom used the "Hunger" sign in an exaggerated manner to indicate he agreed with them.

Jodi smiled apologetically to her crew. "One hour!" The men quickly filed into the small tent they used as a break area.

Her attention returned to Bette. There was a slight frown on her lovely face as she gazed into the tent, a frown Jodi had come to associate with self-dissatisfaction. It didn’t take much for Jodi to figure out why.

"You forgot to pack lunch, didn’t you?" asked the sculptress, a wry smile lightening her features.

"I thought about everything… even learned to drive a fucking tractor…" Bette answered, her face turned toward Jodi so she could read her lips. The artist found the annoyed expression on her girlfriend’s face quite endearing. "And yet I forgot about being human and requiring food."

"Relax. Don’t be so hard on yourself." Jodi leaned against the sign behind her, one of her hands grabbing onto the letter O. "You can have half of mine. Although I should warn you… it’s not exactly caviar and red wine."

Bette smiled widely, taking a step toward Jodi. Her hands grabbed onto the structure on each side of her lover’s body, trapping her playfully against the cold steel. "And what did you pack?" she asked, her face mere inches away from Jodi’s.

"Peanut butter and jelly sandwich," smiled Jodi. "Messy," she added as Bette’s face got closer and closer. "Gooey" She could now feel Bette’s breath on her lips. "Full of calories and fat."

"How wonderfully decadent," she saw Bette’s lips say just before they settled over her own in one of those knee-weakening kisses the Dean was so good at.

The sign behind Jodi suddenly acquired one more meaning to the devoted artist.

17 Reasons Why She Had Fallen Hard for Bette Porter.