Daydreams Part Four

Tina was offered a coffee by James but declined. Not because she wasn’t in need of one, but more because she was still hopeful for Bette’s offer of a cappuccino. She smiled as she looked down in her lap at this thought. “How silly is this” she mused under her breath, knowing that it was maybe wrong not to take a coffee, as who knew how long Bette’s call was going to take. But the greater instinct prevailed, and she knew she didn’t want to screw anything up in this otherwise perfect morning, even if the current stake was a silly cup of coffee.

After a moment or two, Tina rose and walked around the lounge area. It was starkly yet tastefully decorated. There wasn’t much to look at really, so she created small circles in the room floor, knowing that it was better for her slight nervousness if she paced versus sitting down.

After about five more minutes had passed, she heard the sexy clicking of Bette’s heels approaching around the corner. Tina ran her fingers through her hair and straightened out her blouse in anticipation of seeing Bette. She wanted to look perfect, at least she wanted Bette to see her as such.

“I’m sorry that took a bit longer than I had hoped” Bette announced as she walked into the room. She continued walking right up to Tina, they were almost as physically close as they had been before James announced the call.

“No worries, this is your workplace after all” Tina replied.

And then another moment of comfortable silence as they both simply smiled at each other.

“So how about that cappuccino I promised?” asked Bette. Tina replied with a simple “Sounds wonderful.”

“Just let me grab my keys” said Bette casually as she quickly left the room. Tina was left somewhat confused. She had just assumed that they were staying at the gallery but a part of her loved that they were now going to be leaving for somewhere together.

Just then Bette popped her head back around the corner and with her beautiful smile invited Tina to follow her out the back.

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They really hadn’t spoken much on the short drive, Tina was too busy just watching Bette manipulate the road. There was something very sexy in her focus, in her somewhat impatience of red lights and other drivers. She slid effortlessly between gears as Tina once again was so taken with the grace and movements of her hands and fingers. They were strong and well manicured. Nothing over the top. No nail colour, no French manicure. Just simple, sexy and understated.