*****

"Candace?" a low sensual voice inquired.

A tall pretty woman with long straight black hair stood a foot away from their table. She had on a pair of dark glasses. With a small smile, she whipped them off. The trio at the table simultaneously gasped at the sight of impossibly blue eyes. The woman’s high cheekbones hinted at a meditteranean heritage, as well as her bronzed skin.

"Wow. Oh my God." Alice choked back.

"Oh, I’m so sorry girls. I thought I recognized one of you as my friend Candace. I could see now that I need to have my eyes checked." The woman smiled charmingly.

"It’s those dark glasses. I told you to get a pair a shade lighter." A perky voice caused Alice, Dana, and Shane to look behind the gorgeous woman. There stood a young womannearly a foot shorter than her companion. She had long blond hair, a cute button nose, and incredible emerald green eyes. She crinkled up her nose in an adorable way, and smiled. "She’s Sara and I’m Gabby."

 She stood there after her introduction, swinging her arms in a slight circle. When none of the trio answered, she subtly tugged Sara’s arm. "Let’s get the hell out of here," she whispered out of the corner of her still smiling mouth, "I told you it’s too early in the morning to be hunting for a third."

To the three girls, she gave a small wave and cheerfully said, "Well, it was nice and all but Sara and I have to get to work. We’re doing a corporate take-over today. Well, she is coz she’s ‘The Shark,’ I’m just her innocent but lovely assistant. So," she quirked an eyebrow at the three still figures. Shit I knew this neighborhood has gone to drugs. "Goodbye! It was nice meeting you all."

With a gorgeous smile of her own, Sara turned on her heel and followed the short blonde out the door.

Alice tried to enunciate carefully, not sure if she should continue her statement. "Oh my God. Oh wow. That was… that was…"

Shane slowly nodded.

"…Uber."

*****

Bette slowly accelerated to match the car in front of her. She was on her way back to the CAC after her morning session with Dr. Morga. Her mind was awhirl with thoughts and her heart was awash with feelings. The session started strangely, but in a way Bette was relieved that the psychologist was so eccentric. In hindsight, she was sure that she wouldn’t have been able to tell anyone else what she was able to tell the odd doctor. Somehow the strange clothes and the unusual manner of the other woman got her off-balance enough to be awkwardly candid. The doctor’s whole demeanor seemed to tell her, "If I could be comfortable in this skin, so can you!"