They met up the fallowing day, just like they had decided. Alice in a green sundress and Dana in the same outfit she had worn the last time they saw each other. "Hi, hey!" Alice smiled and waved descreatly. "Hi." Dana blushed. "I feel like such a dumbass, I had some major wardrobe malfuntion this morning." She was so ashamed. "Don't worry about it. I think you look terrific, you look so beautiful." Dana raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Alice nodded. "Really."
They entered the café arm in arm. "I still don't get how you did not know that this was the biggest lezzie hang out in LA." They were seated at a window table. "So, tell me Alice. Why did you want this? Do me? I mean, do lunch with me?" Alice laughed at Dana's verbal mistakes. "I like you Dana. You're intriguing, funny, good looking." Dana blushed again. "I like your smile." Alice added, but Dana brushed her comment right off. "I'm not gay, Al." Surprised as she was, she had to know. "So, why did you accept my offer to come here then?" Alice had felt something and she automatically thought that the feeling had been mutual.
"I said yes because, I don't know. I
basically hated your guts after that interview. But when I saw you
again that day, I just knew, I knew that I needed to see you again."
Alice squinted her eyes. "You're a huge fucking tennis star, but
you also have a little bit of dyke in you."
A calmness struck
her.
Dana finally felt at ease.
"Try a lot."