Bette rubbed her forehead as she tried to remember everything she had planned to say, trying her best to regain her lost courage.

All the while Tina had been fidgeting on the couch, twisting her fingers together as she sought out the strength to strike up her own rehearsed conversation with Bette. It had seemed like such a breeze earlier but then, everything was easier when you talked to your reflection in the mirror.

Just do it. Just do it. Tina chanted as she shot up from the couch at the same time Bette spun around.

"Can we talk?"

"I think we need to talk"

Both sentences were spoken at the same time, the key word in each blending together. Both women suddenly became even more uneasy, tripping over their own words in an attempt to give the other her turn first.

"You go ahead"

They spoke in unison once more, finding themselves equally frustrated with being unable to get passed their awkwardness. Bette sighed and placed her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes to better calm her nerves.

"Why don’t you go first?" Tina said seeing Bette’s flustered state, unable to stop the smirk from forming on her face.

Bette opened her eyes as she brought her hand down her face and over her mouth, smiling as she let out a breath of laughter.

"Good idea"

She balled her fingers into a loose fist and held it over her mouth nervously as she stared at the woman no more than three feet away from her. Tina could see that Bette was heavily contemplating what she wanted to say, something that filled the blonde with worry. She had an idea of what Bette wanted to say but her mind still wandered.

"What happened to us?"

It was straight to the point, simple but it still managed to turn Tina into a nervous wreck. She didn’t know how to answer that question or even if she wanted to venture down that path. She couldn’t remember a time where she felt so unbelievably good and then so incredibly awful in the same night the way she had during the artist dinner.