“Hello?”

Shane could hear an exasperated tone in Lenas voice as she answered and found herself watching again.  She mentally kicked herself and turned her attention to the cup on the bench before her, but then found herself listening to the conversation.

“Cameron.we’ve already spoken about this.  There isn’t anything else I want to say to you”

Lena had walked into the hall as she spoke to Cameron. 

“Please Lena, we can talk about this” he said “Just meet me tonight”

“I told you I’m busy tonight” replied Lena, feeling suddenly exhausted.  She leaned on the wall of the hallway and stared down at the floor.

“You going to see a filmI’ll come with you, we’ll go together, go for a meal afterwards, talk things through” pushed Cameron

Shane felt suddenly uncomfortable, sitting in a strangers kitchen, listening to her conversation.  She knew her intentions of coming here, Lena had intrigued her to the point of distraction and she’d pursued it, but it was obvious from the start Lena’s had no intentions towards her in the same respect.  Still she’d invited her into her home, had acted as though they hadn’t just met, was perfectly friendly and nice.  Though she was at this moment having a conversation with the obvious nearly ex boyfriend.  But she could be bi, weren’t most people these days.  Shane found herself caught between knowing she should leave and wanting to stay and see if she could figure Lena out.

Lena felt emotionally drained, the more Cameron pushed, for the hundredth call of the day, the more her barriers were starting to break.  She didn’t want to see him, seeing him would be more damaging than speaking on the phone to him.  There he’d give her those looks, send her those smiles, the intentional gazes, say words he knew she’d want to hear.  She wanted a clean break, she was sick of being screwed around.   Her guard had dropped the last few years and she was back to being emotionally robbed by someone she’d put too much trust into. Cameron’s voice eked into the cracks, which were forming and were threatening to break under the pressure.

Shane decided she’d trespassed into the woman’s life for long enough and stood up with reservation making her way to the hallway.  Lena was leaning with her back against the wall; face turned to the floor, and her hair dropping over her face talking into the phone exactly the way Shane had first saw her in the Planet.  Pausing, she leaned against the door hands slung into her coat pockets and watched.