Thank you for all the lovely feedback for the first chapter! I hope you all enjoy this chapter as well! Thanks for reading! Sorry for any mistakes, I'm trying to change from night shift back to days and I'm basically a zombie..

They continued to message and after a week since their first messages Delia asked Patsy to meet for dinner and drinks. To say Patsy dealt with the offer calmly would be a blatant lie. The most accurate description of how she coped is that she freaked the fuck out. She was in Trixie's room before she knew it, standing there trying to figure out the words to say.

'I erm… tinder… I've… been asked out?' Patsy mumbled. She doesn't know why she told Trixie but she couldn't keep it all a secret anymore. She needed someone to talk to about all of this.

'I knew it! I knew it was tinder!' Trixie squealed with excitement. There was a huge smile plastered across her face.

'Please Trixie! Not now!' the panic in Patsy's voice was clear and Trixie's face softened. 'I don't know what I'm doing.'

Trixie seemed to be thinking but this was making Patsy even more worried. What she didn't realise was that the blonde was trying to approach this in a way that wouldn't make Patsy shut her out.

'Well what was said? How were you asked?' Trixie was doing her best to tread carefully not knowing that with the panic Patsy was feeling she was close to blurting out everything.

'Just would you like to meet me for dinner and drinks sometimes' Patsy was almost sure had never spoke this fast in her life.

'Do you want to meet for dinner and drinks?' Trixie asked cautiously.

'I don't know… Yes, I suppose.'

'Well then just say yes sweetie! Say something like 'that sounds lovely, let me know where and when' just act natural.' Trixie had the big smile across her face again as she watched Patsy type a message and slowly begin to relax. 'Now sit down and at least give me some gossip! I can't let you be meeting up with random strangers without knowing a thing about them!'

Patsy seemed to think about it for a moment and then sat down on the end of the bed. Once sat down she started another battle with herself over how much she should tell Trixie. Tell her everything? Tell her the basics? Tell her it's a girl? Eventually she decided to start off with the basics and see where it took her.

'They're Welsh. Somewhere called Pembrokeshire. I don't really know Wales that well.' Patsy started out as a mumble but slowly managed to speak more confidently. 'We both watch similar tv shows and we've kinda been flirting quite a bit…'

'Oh, Patsy! I'm so happy for you! Have you got a reply yet?'

Patsy slowly checked her phone to see if she had a reply which took longer than expected since she still had the notifications turned off.

Delia: Next Friday night, there's a nice looking restaurant around the corner from me that I've been dying to try if that's alright? x

Patsy: Sounds great! Do you want me to meet you there? X

Delia told Patsy the address and they arranged to meet at six. Trixie was still waiting patiently when Patsy put her phone back in her pocket. Six days to go until her date.

'So you got a reply?' Trixie asked excitedly.

'Yeah we're meeting at six on Friday at some restaurant they live near.' All different kinds of emotions were running through Patsy's head. Excited, scared, nervous, absolutely fucking shitting herself. What the hell had she just signed herself up for. She had quite possibly just made a huge mistake.

'So seeing as it was my idea to get you set up on tinder...' Trixie pouted and curled up, placing her head in Patsy's lap looking up at her. 'I don't suppose I can get a name, or a photo! If I only get to choose one of them I definitely choose photo over name!'

Guilt began to take over Patsy's thoughts. She didn't how on earth she would have been able to reply to Delia if Trixie hadn't been there to guide her. And the way she reacted last week when Trixie stole her phone was completely outrageous. Even if she did have her reasons. She just still wasn't ready to tell Trixie. Setting her matches to female on tinder had been a big step towards Patsy finally admitting to herself who she really was, a big step and the only step she'd ever taken. Ever other emotion and attraction she felt was pushed down or protected by a terrible excuse to explain it away. She'd only just admitted it to herself, and only just, that there was a possibility that she might just possibly be more interested in dating women rather than men. This was more of a test than a real date. To see if she was what she had a suspicion she was. Gay. She could at least say it to herself in her own head. To see if she was gay. If not, then none of this would matter and she wouldn't need to have some big conversation with Trixie. Everything could stay the same.

So yes, Trixie deserved to be let in on the secret, all things considered. But Patsy wasn't ready, not yet. Not even nearly yet. Once she had things sorted out in her own head, she could consider telling her. But for now it was something that Patsy had to keep to herself. No matter how guilty it made her feel.

'I'll take that as a no then… What about an age then? Or will I have to bribe you with chocolate to get that out of you?' As insistent as Trixie was to be kept in the loop, it was nice to know she was interested. That she truly did care. 'At least give me something Patsy! It's your easiest option to stop me from harassing you!'

'20. Gorgeous blue eyes. Have I settled your appetite yet?' Patsy was doing her best to try and keep Trixie involved. And with it being tinder, Patsy could see her needing further help from Trixie in the future. The blonde was still curled in Patsy's lap but they moved so they were lying more comfortably on the bed. Although all it did was give Trixie a better view of Patsy's face. Which was about as bright as her ginger hair.

'20? Patience Mount, you cradle snatcher. I never seen you as one to go for a toy boy!' Trixie teased. Patsy was always so impressed by how Trixie knew exactly how to calm her down. Exactly how to guide the conversation to make her feel most at ease. Unfortunately, from knowing Trixie for so long, that typically meant to tease her relentlessly.

'Come on Trix, I'm only 24. It's only four years. It isn't that bad.' Patsy joked along with Trixie, trying to defend herself. If anything, she was lucky Trixie decided to focus on the age she said rather than the way she gushed over Delia's eyes.

'So we've got a 20-year-old from Wales. With gorgeous blue eyes. So similar tv shows, care to expand?' Trixie was grasping onto any information she could get. Patsy decided to take this as Trixie showing she cared, and not Trixie waiting for her to slip up and accidentally reveal something she didn't want to.

She thought about mentioning Grey's Anatomy but that would most likely give away the medical background. Bomb Girls would probably give the entire game away.

'Sherlock, how to get away with murder, wynonna earp. The ones you roll your eyes at when I put them on' Patsy did her best to keep her voice light. Adding Wynonna Earp in was a risk but she assumed Trixie never would have heard of it. And if she watched the trailer, it would be far too cheesy to peak her interest.

'Sweetie, your taste in tv can sometimes be questionable. Don't think that I don't know you watch Jeremy Kyle when I'm not in on your days off' Trixie teased. How on earth Trixie knew that, Patsy had no idea. It was a secret guilty pleasure of hers but only in small doses. Just enough to help her realise that some situations she was in could be a lot worse. Plus, she still had a full set of teeth.

'Okay, other than Jeremy Kyle, my taste could be worse, a lot worse. Anyway, I'm on nights today and tomorrow so I'm away to get ready. Thanks for the help Trixie, I think I'd have worn a hole in carpet from pacing if it wasn't for you.' She did truly mean it, she couldn't have done it without Trixie, but she was also hoping that buttering her up would help fend off the 101 questions.

As she walked to the hospital to start her night shift, she couldn't help her mind from wandering. She had a date in six days. Six days, that was all she had to prepare. And to panic. What was she supposed to do about Trixie? Patsy longed to tell her blonde flatmate the truth but now she felt like she'd left it too long. If she'd told her from the start it wouldn't have looked as bad. But now she'd hid the biggest secret that she had from her best friend for 2 years. Deep down she thought Trixie would accept it, her insecurities tried to tell her otherwise of course but they were ignored. But she knew that Trixie would be angry that she'd kept such a big part of herself hidden for so long.

For now, she had a date to worry about. And worry she did.