Hey everyone! So here it is my second story. For those of you who have read my first one, I am soo soo soooooo sorry that I have kept you waiting for months for an update. No excuses, there should be a new chapter up by the weeks end. :)

This story is going to be different. I am hoping something completely new to this website and a new thought to everyone reading it.
It's different in a way that I am not so sure everyone will like or even want to read. So this chapter is short, so I can test it out and get a read on peoples reactions. If you love it let me know! I will most certainly continue it for you. If you hate it, let me know but please be nice. No need for nasty words.

A different spin on a highly used theme. Enjoy?

The two women sat comfortably at the café table, sipping tea and laughing on occasion. To the outsider it would appear as if two friends were catching up over a light dinner. Upon closer inspection, it was so much more. They were both brunettes and both quite attractive. One with light blue eyes, a pale complexion and straight light brown hair, the other with deep brown eyes, olive skin and wild, curly rich chestnut brown hair.

"Enough about me though, tell me more about you Aviva." The pale woman asked, "Your name is beautiful by the way."

"Thank you, yours is too." The exotic beauty said coyly. "What would you like to know?"

"How about you tell me where that charming accent is from first?"

"Israel, Tel Aviv to be specific." Aviva replied.

"Interesting, so what is it that brought you to DC?"

Aviva looked down at the table and took another sip of her tea.

"I am here on business. I am here as a favor to a friend of mine who is a professor at the university. I am temporarily teaching Hebrew and Jewish Studies there." She stated, "A year to start, depending on how I like the job and America, could be longer."

The pale woman smiled brightly, "How do you like it so far?"

"The job is good; students seem eager and attentive so far. This country is quite different from Israel but I do believe I am fixing in quite well."

"I think you mean adjusting," She said lightly laughing at her companion's misuse of the word.

"I apologize, "Aviva blushed. " I am still getting used to the idioms and phrases of this country."

"No need to apologize, it's actually pretty cute."

The two women continued talking and laughing for another hour before their waiter brought the bill to the table. They finished their drinks as they squared up the bill and soon stood to leave. As they got back onto the side walk, the woman with the light blue eyes linked her arm with Aviva. Her apartment was not far from the café so they had both walked there. To the people they passed on the street, it appeared to be two friends going for an evening stroll, catching up on the latest news in their lives. To the two intertwined it was so much more. As they approached her steps, Aviva took back possession of her arm.

"It has been an absolute pleasure Ms. David, "The pale woman said with a smile as she bit her lip.

"The pleasure was mine Ms. Benoit."

"Please, call me Jeanne."

"Then I insist you call me Aviva."

"Alright then Avi-vah. " She said blushing. "Will I see you again soon? Perhaps this weekend?"

"This weekend sounds perfect."

"Well, I will see you this weekend then. Bon soir."

"Laila tov."

Jeanne stepped closer to hug Aviva and as they parted they both paused with their faces just inches apart. Jeanne leaned in closer to her and waited for her to follow. Aviva hesitated briefly but quickly closed the small gap and closed her eyes as her lips gently brushed Jeanne's. She was about to pull away, but Jeanne's lips responded and kissed her back. It was a soft and brief kiss, a kiss to test the waters. They slowly pulled away from each other, both with slightly reddened cheeks and a small grin set into their features.

"See you this weekend Aviva." Jeanne said and turned towards her door. She unlocked it and gave her date one last shy smile before entering and closing her door.

She turned towards the street and walked back to her red Mini Cooper. Once inside she slammed her head back against the headrest.

"Ughhh," she sighed in frustration. "What has Jenny got me into?"

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