Sierra laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I am ashamed to admit that, every now and then, after a long day, bad break-up or whatever, I would pig out with a pint of home-made ice cream from this café.”

“I know right…” Bette trailed off, realizing that it was exactly what she’s doing.

Sierra noticed the quick change in Bette’s mood. Although she had barely knew the brunette, Sierra sensed that something was troubling her.

“Bette?”

Bette looked up to meet Sierra’s eyes. With a tight smile, she asked, “Yeah?”

“Is there something bothering you?”

Then quickly added, “I know I’m in no position to poke my nose into your business but if you ever want to talk about anything, I’m all ears.”

Sierra watched Bette who diverted her attention to scraping against the bottom of the cup with the small spoon. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest. She was beginning to feel afraid that whatever she had just said had pissed Bette off.

There was a pause of awkward silence.

Until…

“I’m sorry if I’ve ruined this afternoon for you.”

Bette was trying hard to not let herself be affected by whatever that had happened earlier today.

“Don’t be sorry.” Sierra smiled. “But seriously, I’ll totally listen if you ever need to talk. I promise, I won’t judge.”

Bette chuckled.

She wasn’t sure what washed over her but she just poured out the feelings that were bottled inside for the past four months.

“There’s this girl. She’s amazing, beautiful, graceful, elegant, smart and funny. I know it’s going to sound lame and stupid but it’s like we have this connection. She’s that one person who knows and understands me inside out. And I like her a lot.” Bette paused. “No, wait. It’s going to sound insane but I actually think that I maybe in love with her, you know?”

Sierra squirmed in her seat, listening to Bette. She couldn’t quite put a finger down on what she was feeling. Discomfort? And maybe, maybe just a little bit of jealousy?

“Yeah, I know.” She gave a mere nod. “So, why don’t you tell her how you feel?”