The music was loud. It was so loud she hadn't even heard the doorbell ringing, too busy listening to the song they would make the music-video for, singing loudly as her guitarist had been pointing out a few things from what they had in mind, the director agreeing to most of her ideas.

Usually relaxed and good in her shoes, Fang had an issue with the person they had decided to hire for the video. Though being a very pretty girl as she had been able to notice during the Grammy awards, Lightning Farron did not seem to know what it meant to be in front of a rolling camera, to play a part in a short movie. She was confident and natural in front of the photographers and her smile was the absolute proof of that, but there was something bothering her, something she sadly could not pinpoint.

Fanny, the thirty-year-old director had told her she was the perfect choice for what they had planned, and since Lightning had been an openly lesbian (something that had rocked Fang to the core and still found impossible to believe) it therefore wouldn't be an issue to show it on TV. She was elegant and feminine and exactly what they wanted to show. The difference in people, a difference that did not matter when it came to love. And plus, I'm sure you won't mind if you're kissing her. Let's admit it, she's really pretty Fang. Stop being so annoying Fang. Stop this Fang. Just deal with it Fang! Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Fang let out a heavy sigh.

Glancing at her guitarist as the music stopped and being replaced by the sound of heels on the ground, Fang smirked and swiftly turned around on her black leather boots, observing the tall pinkie penetrating inside the room with a white dress, black purse and beige heels. Yeah, she's hot. But she's a model. This will never work out.

Scratching the top of her head, Fang came closer to Lightning, the young woman throwing strange looks in direction of the male drummer and male bass-guitarist with a face the color of grey. Amused, she caught her attention as she cleared her throat, Lightning's face immediately shimmering with delight as their eyes finally locked.

'Hey there. No trouble findin' the buildin'?'

'No none at all! I hope I'm not late,' Lightning sheepishly answered.

'Nah. Plus we're just gonna talk and make this clear today.'

'Oh, okay!'

Smirking, Fang motioned her hand in direction of one of the chairs for Lightning to sit on, and elegantly, Lightning obeyed. Trying not to ogle on her rear-end tightly held by the dress, Fang felt a strong punch between her ribs and immediately glared in her guitarist's direction, the young dark-haired girl sniggering to herself, proud for catching her red-handed.

Focusing her attention back on the new short-term member of their group, Fang found her blush creeping on her chest both adorable and surprising. Adorable because it gave her an innocent look that was to die for, and surprising because she would've assumed for her to be used to having all eyes on her. But then, she was usually observed for her own benefit, and right now, she could tell she was being judged.

'So,' Fanny said as she came back from the bathroom, 'Lightning it's a pleasure to meet you.'

'Same here,' Lightning replied shaking the hand handed to her, 'I've seen a lot of your work,' she continued with a smile. 'You have some amazing an amazing eye when it comes to shooting.'

'Oh, thank you, that means a lot coming from you.'

'Well, I'm only posing, I'm not the one taking the photos,' Lightning answered with the same smile.

Hiding a smile and darting at the floor, Fang was pleasantly surprised by her comment. She had believed Lightning to be a woman so full of herself that the size of the room would not have been able to contain her head. But as she looked up again, she realized Lightning was just like anyone else. She might have loved herself a little bit too much, she however knew when to take the credit, and when not to.

Turning around, she scanned the room with care and smiled at the sight of the bottle of water she had been dying for, sauntering in its direction as Fanny pursued her pathetic attempt at flattery.

'In any case, you're a great figure for the camera.'

'Thank you.'

'Now, you do know that this won't be like a photoshoot. Acting is quite different from anything you know.'

'Well I've been in a commercial before for Burberry, but I suppose it's not the same.'

Bourbon-what? Fang snickered to herself. This was a world she really did not understand. The world of pretty girls giggling for no reason at all, the world of expensive shoes and who was wearing who, and not who was wearing what. She really couldn't comprehend how anyone could care about the name of a dress rather than how comfortable it felt. And the simple thought of that made her smile.

'Yes, it's not. You were young when you made that commercial no?'

'Uh,' Lightning with her thumb between her lips, 'yeah, I was sixteen. So, it wasn't that long ago, actually. Four years.'

'You're twenty?!'

Having let the words escape her mouth a wee bit too loudly, Fang hadn't been surprised to receive a glare from Fanny, the director now crossing her arms and legs. Awkwardly smiling, she focused her attention on only Lightning, wondering how on Earth she was supposed to believe that she was only twenty-years old. The makeup might have helped yes, but she still seemed older than advertised. Twenty-three, at least.

Holding her hands in the air, palms up, Fang fell silent again. Fanny was obviously in no mood for her comments.

'Anyway. The contract is simple. You'll have to show up from ten am to four pm every Monday, Thursday Friday and Saturday for the next two weeks. We'll see after if we need more time. It will all depend on you and Fang,' Fanny said pointing at the singer lifting her gaze back up from the ground.

'Yes, no problem,' Lightning answered with a bob of the head.

'Alright, great. You won't have any issues with shootings?'

'I have them on Wednesday most of the time. But I'll push them if I'm asked to participate in one.'

'Fantastic!'

Fang nodded as she caught Fanny's gaze, immediately looking back at Lightning with a smile. Coming closer to the group that had gathered around the young model, Fang only now realized the intense color of her eyes. Their blue was so bright, so fresh, she had the feeling she was suddenly looking back at the Pacific Ocean on the East Coast of Australia, her homeland. The almond-shape of them was bringing the color even more than it should've, and everyone would've agreed with her when saying her eyes are the best thing she owns, because now, it was exactly what Fang thought.

She had met people with beautiful eyes throughout her life and had even loved her own. But compared to anyone else's, Lightning Farron possessed the most beautiful eyes she had never seen.

Realizing she was now staring at her like a creepy fan and noticing her cheeks turning pinker than her hair, Fang darted away.

'So, now let's talk details. You're openly gay, yes?'

'Yes! Fang warned me that we'd be making-out,' Lightning said with an additional shade of pink, 'and I'm okay with it.'

'Are you sure? Fang can be kind of a jerk,' the guitarist teased.

Lightning laughed at the comment but quickly, the young model shook her head from side to side, a bright smile plastered on her face.

'I'm sure we'll be fine.'

'See, she's nice, ya are just mean,' Fang said moving away from the guitarist. 'Mean!'

Flipping her middle finger, Fang smirked and walked closer to Lightning. Standing next to her chair with her arms crossed, she uncrossed them only to pull her hair back from her face, her fingers running through the dark-colored mass on top of her head.

'So, the video would tell the story of a couple that have different lives. And this is why you were perfect since Fang and you are, let's face it, a thousand miles away from one another.'

'I suppose that's true,' Lightning teased as she glanced up and down Fang's body, 'I'm sure it's true actually.'

'Everyone's against me, I get it,' Fang said moving away, 'I get it!' Throwing her hands in the air, she casted a glance over her shoulder and said, 'Well, gotta use the loo.'

Leaving the meeting-room, Fang glanced through the tainted glass of the room and with a smile, she entered the bathroom. Placing her palms on the sink, she looked at her reflection with a grin, glancing at her many tattoos on her arms, all of them having a special signification. She had talked about them in a magazine about rock bands and had answered the same thing she had said everyone when she had heard the same damn question: I have tattoos because I want to. They mean something to me. Some are personal, some are not. It makes me remember things, and it always brings a smile on my face, even if the memory is painful.

Painful memories were part of her life. Leaving her sister alone in Australia to start her career as a singer was heartbreaking, and the date on which it had happened would always be inked on her skin. The time her mother had passed away would always be inked by the drawing of a house covered with colors, the aquarelle-like style making her remember of her mother's passion for art. The memory of her first album was also tattooed on her body. Everything she held dear was on her, and never would she stop showing it to the world.

Sighing to herself, Fang opened the tap and washed her hand with the vanilla scented lotion placed near the sink, gazing inside her green eyes. She smiled and frowned at the sight of something stuck between her teeth and with a sigh, pursued on washing her hands before using her nail to get rid of whatever she had eaten before. Great. And I smiled. And why do I care? She's a human being, not the Queen of fucking England.

Making sure whatever she had was gone, Fang flicked the lights back off and left the bathroom with a slow-paste, her hands back in her pockets. Surprised to see everyone had exited the meeting room, and wondering how long she had been away, Fang peaked her head under the frame of the door. Arching a brow, she clasped her hands on her hips and darted in every direction, a glimpse of irritation crossing the features of her face.

Marching inside the room, she opened the door of the recording room and was surprised to find Lightning sitting alone on a chair with a headset over her ears until the lightbulb in her head turned itself on. Ah, yes. Of course. But where are they all?

Bringing herself closer to Lightning and amused to realize she had no idea she had been standing next to her, Fang softly placed her hand on her shoulders and flinched at the same time she did. She observed a reaction in Lightning's eyes, an anger she hadn't thought she would see. She clearly had misjudged her.

'You've frightened me,' Lightning said with a hand on her heart, 'phew.'

'Sorry. I didn't mean to startle ya. Ya okay?'

'Yes I'm fine, I just have some troubles with people sneaking up on me. But it's nothing personal!'

Lightning smiled and once more, her face turned into a beautiful sight. Nodding, Fang grabbed a chair and placed it next to Lightning's, gazing inside her eyes.

'So, what do ya think?'

'I see why they want a sexual kind of video. The rhythm is…' she bit her lip and stared at Fang, 'enticing.'

'It was my idea actually. I thought it'd fit great.'

'Well I really can't question that!'

Fang chuckled and coped her chin in her hand. Observing Lightning with care, she let her eyes travel to her lips and for a few moments, kept on looking at the two thin lines. Lifting her gaze back up from her lips, Fang smirked and leaned back on her chair, her right ankle on her left thigh.

'So, how's your girlfriend goin'?'

'Tsch. She's not,' Lightning muttered. Breathing in, she repeated herself. 'She's not my girlfriend.'

Noticing she had hit the wrong cord, the sound of Lightning's voice lost all its melody. 'Sorry, I didn't mean to be a dick.'

'Don't worry! It's fine.' They both paused, darting in other direction. Suddenly, Lightning's voice grew high-pitched in the room and Fang's heart skipped a beat. Damn that girl could speak loudly. 'Do you mind if we take a picture together? It's for my Instagram.'

'No problem at all;' Fang answered with a grin, 'here?'

'Yeah?'

Standing up, Fang observed the giggling model pulling out her iPhone X. Discretely rolling her eyes at the sight of the phone, Fang readjusted her t-shirt and glanced at her reflection in the glass, pushing her hair away and making sure she would look nice. Something seeming hard standing next to someone like Lightning freaking Farron, Bourbon-what model ever since the age of eight. Eight!

Sighing, she positioned herself next to the girl and instinctively wrapped her arm around her shoulder. Looking at the bright screen showing their two faces, Fang smiled. She smiled because of how happy Lightning looked, her innocence captured in one single picture. It was refreshing to know people like this. To witness such a smile, such a lust for life.

Keeping her focus on the camera, Fang laughed as she noticed Lightning had not taken one, not two, but at least ten pictures one after another and pulling away, she grinned at the model.

'Need the perfect one?'

'Ha, you know it. Need to twitch a few things though. It shouldn't take me a long time. And I've added you. Can I tag you?'

'Uh, yeah sure!'

'Thank you!'

Chuckling and shaking her head, Fang watched as Lightning sat back down on the chair, her fingers already pressing on too many buttons. Observing from the corner of her eye, she watched her as she selected the fifth photo, scrutinized as she changed the settings of the lighting, adding some effects on the corner of the picture and couldn't help but to chuckle every time a giggle escaped Lightning's throat. Refreshing. This word defined Lightning in the most perfect way, and Fang could not wait to start the clip with her. And I get to kiss her. Suck it fangirls and fanboys!

She hadn't really agreed to the whole idea of dating someone else. She hadn't really wanted to come here tonight but she had thought oh, what the hell? Six months after breaking-up with her ex-girlfriend, a young student called Alexa, Lightning had eventually decided that maybe it was time to get back out there, out in the open for the world to see. Sasha had made a point when she had said that it was maybe better to keep a professional relationship with Kate, and when she had offered the name of Lebreau for a possible date, Lightning had hesitated.

She liked Lebreau. She was really a nice girl, and she had enjoyed their time together. But, as she had noticed the following morning upon their meeting, something had bothered her. Perhaps was it the intimacy she had suddenly been caught in, maybe was it because she had felt comfortable kissing her the morning and letting her use her shower. Maybe was it simply she hadn't thought about being ready. But what if she was, after all? What did she had to lose?

Sitting there in the middle of one of the classiest restaurants in downtown LA, in the middle of Beverly Hills, Lightning kept on fidgeting on her seat. Confidence wasn't an issue here, but she was somehow afraid. Afraid to ruin everything by saying something Skyler would not understand, afraid to be standing in front of someone interested in looking deep inside people's brains. She had no idea how to react in front of an intellectual and Lightning was bothered.

Taking a deep and loud sigh, Lightning gazed at her golden watch on her wrist and lifting her head up from the object, smiled at the sight of the future psychiatrist walking from inside the restaurant to the outside terrace.

Standing up from her chair, Lightning leaned in for a kiss and after placing one on each cheek, took a step back to observe the outfit chosen. Skyler had decided with something casual. A white blouse, some dark-colored pair of trousers and black heels, she had chosen particularly well. It didn't mean anything official, but it meant something either way. This wasn't an outfit to wear only for a friend, but for someone you might think of being more intimate with. She was relieved, and some of the weight on her shoulders disappeared.

Sitting back down, the two women exchanged a smile and a gaze, but feeling her cheeks already burning, Lightning darted away. Perks of being an over-emotional person, to say the least.

'You're looking amazing Light. I don't know why I'm surprised anymore.'

'Thank you, Skyler.' She chuckled and shook her head. 'You look amazing too.'

Locking their eyes again, Lightning's attention was caught by a flash on her right but managed to stay focused on the beautiful girl sitting before her eyes.

She had warned her that after this date, speculations would fly across the world. She had told her that the tabloids would be all over their story, and that if this was a problem, they could always cancel. But Skyler had been comprehensive. She had understood that this was part of being known in the world, and that she wouldn't back down just because she didn't like the left side of her face. It had made Lightning laugh. And everyone liked her laugh.

'This is a beautiful restaurant. I've never been here before.'

'It's one of my favorites. I had a few photoshoots here actually.'

'Oh, really?'

'Yes. But let's not talk about that, sorry.'

She blushed and shook her head. This wasn't shop-talk and she knew it. She had decided upon leaving that if Skyler wanted to know anything, she would have to ask. She knew how annoying it could be for some people to hear stories over and over again about how it was to hard to pose for a camera. She didn't want to kill the mood. She wanted Skyler to be the only topic of the evening.

'Welcome Ladies. Miss Farron, always a pleasure.'

'Hiya Mark,' she said as she gazed up at the man, fighting not to wince. 'Can you get us a bottle of your best Bordeaux?'

'Right away Miss.'

Smiling in the waiter's direction, she waited until he finally left the premises to look back at Lebreau. With her hand on the table, she felt her fingers grazing her skin and shivered at the touch.

'Sorry, maybe that's…'

'That's perfectly fine. After all, this isn't the first time that we're…touching,' Lightning awkwardly said whilst Lebreau was laughing. 'Yeah, yeah!'

'You're cute when you're blushing.'

Her heart flustered at the comment. Remembering Kate's words, Lightning only managed to throw a smile in Lebreau's direction but could not utter a word. First, she needed to push away the nasty thoughts off her head.

Lightning had been feeling angry. She had been feeling resentful to be treated like a child by one of the only person who truly mattered to her. She had despised Kate's comments that Sasha had been asked to tell her and had been highly disappointed to notice she hadn't been able to grab her balls out of her purse and tell her herself, thinking that a damned Aston Martin would make any difference at all.

If there was one thing to know about Lightning Farron, was that she was one to hold a grudge for a really long time. When someone had crossed a line or acted in a petty way, forgetting was not an option. Forgiving, yes, but only in time. Forgetting, never.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes,' she said snapping out of it, 'yes I'm sorry.'

'Lot on your mind?'

'Always, but this really isn't important.'

She waved her hand in the air, pushing the bad thoughts away. Looking at Lebreau in the eyes, the waiter bringing back the bottle to their table waited patiently after opening to bottle, leaving the two women in their never-breaking eye-contact until Lightning leaned back. She pointed at her with her hand, allowing Lebreau, who seemed to be a connoisseur in wine, to taste and judge.

And with a nod, Lebreau tasted. Leaving the wine under her tongue and truly proving she indeed enjoyed wine, she nodded again to the waiter after swallowing the sip she had taken, a smile plastered back on her face. Letting the waiter pour two identical glasses and waiting once more for him to leave, Lightning and Lebreau both simultaneously picked up their glasses from the table and slowly clicked them together, grinning at one another.

Her phone had been placed on the table, and for a few seconds, it kept on buzzing. Over and over, she felt the buzzing going through the entire table and glancing at the screen, what she had suspected would happen, happened even faster than planned.

'Let me guess… There's already something,' Lebreau teased.

'Yep, exactly. It was…'

'Fast?'

'Rather, yes.'

'What's it saying? I'm curious, sue me.'

Giggling, Lightning unlocked her phone by entering her four-digit code and quickly, she landed on the page of the bloggers. Taking a sharp intake of air, she read: 'Look at this. After being seen with Katherine Klark, Lightning Farron is now on a date with another girl. Smiling, and touching hands, sharing a bottle of expensive wine. Is this the relationship Lightning desperately needs? Is getting over Alexa so hard?' she stopped and sucked in the air before continuing. 'Will the new mystery-woman be the one for her? We'll keep you posted on any developments!'

She sighed loudly through her nose, nostrils flaring. She knew she shouldn't let herself be bothered by petty rumors, but to throw her ex's name in the lot was a step too far.

'Well, they certainly are jerks,' Lebreau said after a sip of wine, 'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be. Sometimes I forget how annoying they can be.'

She felt thankful that Skyler hadn't felt the need to ask anything about Alexa Franklin. She knew how uncomfortable a conversation could go when chatting about ex's, and the topic was one she resented like the plague.

She and Alexa had met during a party, four years ago. They had immediately hit it off, and two weeks later they had made their relationship known to the world.

The two first years had been perfect. They had so much in common, both of them loving fashion and everything related to it. Alexa was studying to be a fashion designer, and Lightning was her model. Her personal model. They had taken pictures, they had laughed, they had been thick as thieves until Alexa had decided to throw everything out of the window.

She hadn't blamed her at first, and had managed to get over her depression, her foul mood and growing anxiety but week after week, getting Alexa out of the house to enjoy the outside world had become difficult. The woman she had so intensively loved had disappeared and had been replaced by a copy, boring and without any life. And everything had completely crumbled to the ground.

When the morning has started with kisses and passionate embraces had ended with fights, objects being thrown to the walls and screams nearly breaking every window of her house. Their nights they had shared hand in hand in front of the fire-place with a bottle of wine had then consisted of dark looks, Alexa usually leaving the ground-floor to go and sleep at 9PM, the time where Lightning was leaving the house to go out and enjoy something else than this awful atmosphere. And then, they had broken up.

They had yelled and screamed and cried. They had said hurtful words and had done everything to make the other suffer as much as possible. They had left without a wave, and in six months, no contact had been made. The remains of their love were gone, and the friendship they once had had disappeared as if it had never existed.

'So, are you excited to finally be done with your studies,' Lightning asked snapping out of her thoughts again.

'Yes! So much! I can't wait to be done. The ceremony is in a month, I'm excited!'

'Oh, that sounds exciting!'

'It so is. And…if you ever want to come and see… You're welcome to come.' Lebreau pursed her lips together. 'To the ceremony.'

Hiding a chuckle behind her glass of red wine, Lightning took a sip but kept her gaze on Lebreau. A tingling feeling spread across her stomach and down her spine, the same tingling feeling she had felt when she had woken up next to her only two days ago.

'I'll definitely be there,' Lightning replied as she placed her glass back on the table, 'you can count on it.'

'Great! So, I have to ask you something…'

'Alright?'

'When did you know you wanted to be a model?'

Surprised by the question, but also oh so pleased, Lightning let out a chuckle and after a shake of her head, brought her attention back to Lebreau.

'So basically….Wait. Are you ready? It's long.'

'You have my undivided attention.'

Letting out a grin, Lightning began. The story of how she had been pushed didn't really start with a nice one. Her parents, Amanda and Daniel had both always been amazed by how she looked. Ever since a little girl, Lightning had enjoyed dressing up, she enjoyed stopping in front of stores to look at the big dresses, at the tall shoes and had been known to utter the words I want to be in this one day. And her parents had kept everything she had said in their minds until one day, a Burberry add had been plastered on the streets of Toronto. And without the time to take a breath, Lightning was standing in the middle of a room with all eyes on her, and she had cried.

She had felt in danger she had disliked the feeling of being touched and pushed by grown-ups, she had despised her parents for telling her to suck it up. She had felt attacked and out of place. But nevertheless, Lightning had accepted to hold her head high and like that, a career had started. No matter what had then happened, she had kept a strong-face.

For the next years, Lightning had been pressed to auditions, she had posed for different brands, she had smiled when being told to and had cried every single night. Never had she thought that this life would be the best thing to ever happen to her, sitting in this restaurant at only twenty-year-old.

Then, at sixteen, Kate came in her life. With her blazing aroma, her sparkling eyes, her wicked smile, Lightning had been mesmerized. There wasn't a thing she had been able to say no to, and all of a sudden, modeling was back on track. Finishing high-school, she was offered a commercial for Burberry that hadn't forgot about her and soon enough, she began to climb the steps of a famous kind of life. Invited to parties, asked to model for more brands than she could count, Lightning's face was everywhere, and everyone was thrilled.

And she had realized what it meant to truly be a model. Of course, some of the photographers were idiots, and as most of them were men, Lightning had sometimes a hard time to obey they command, but growing older, she had left her snarky comments to herself and had learned to keep her opinion to herself.

'Do you still feel remorseful towards your parents? For putting you through it?'

'Hm, yes and no. My parents died when I was eighteen, so I guess it helped me make my peace. And to be honest, without them, I wouldn't be where I am.'

Feeling tears filling her eyes, Lightning darted at the night-sky. Taking in a deep breath, she felt a warm hand landing on top of her own and did not fight when their fingers intertwined. It was a nice feeling, and the empathy was appreciated.

'But anyway,' she said with a smile, looking back at Lebreau, 'tell me more about your studies. What do you learn exactly?'

'It's long as well. Are you ready?'

'You have my undivided attention,' Lightning teased with a smirk.

Lebreau let out a laugh, and after a sip of wine, she gazed at Lightning with her hand still on top of hers. 'So basically, I started with the basics. Psychology, math, law, physics… In my third-year, I chose mental-disorders, or personality disorders if you will and I just knew that this is what I wanted to do.'

'Personality disorders,' Lightning asked.

'Yes, like the different clusters. So, a deeper insight on anxiety, narcissistic personalities, psychopathy, schizophrenia… the whole deal.'

Nodding, Lightning felt her cheeks burning. She felt like an idiot next to her. She had never studied and had some trouble grasping the concept of some of the words Lebreau had pronounced. But fast enough and with a cigarette between her lips, Lightning was swallowing her every word again.

'So, I had an internship in a psychologist's office and in a psychiatrist's office and I quickly decided that psychiatry was more interesting to me. It treats harder diseases, like the ones I mentioned, and I was bereft sitting in a psychology office. So, my choice was quickly made.

'When I got my master's degree, I hesitated to stop there. I had a lot of knowledge on the subject, but I kept pushing on, I wanted to know more, and more. I love to learn new things and there are so many things to learn from the world itself. And the human brain is such an amazing thing, I couldn't get enough. So, I applied for a doctorate and I received my degree with highest honors only a few weeks ago. And you know what?'

'No,' Lightning said. Swallowing her saliva, she realized she had been staring at Lebreau, a blush coming back.

'I'm getting my doctorate yes. But I never would've thought to go on a date with you. I never thought we'd ever meet. And it's just like my life can't be any better. I'm afraid Karma might hit me in the face,' Lebreau said with a laughter.

Hiding her face in her palms and escaping the hold she had kept in Lebreau's, Lightning chuckled to herself. Lebreau was such a sweet person, there was no doubt about it. But she was afraid that the level of the conversation might not be particularly enticing to her. Lightning had never studied, she had barely passed her high-school degree. Compared to her, she wasn't as smart. Witty, yes, but smart? She began to doubt.

'Tsch, you deserve more praise than I do,' Lightning said with a wave of the hand.

'No, I don't. I can't even imagine how hard and trying it must be for you. We're both doing what we love as hard as possible. There's no difference to me.'

'Oh shush!'

'Ha. Well if you'll excuse me… I have to use the loo.'

'Be my guest!'

Smiling, Lightning observed as Lebreau stood up from her chair. What she didn't expect was to see her coming closer to her seat, and without warning, felt her lips being pressed against her own. For a second, she wondered what in the world was happening but quickly let herself being pulled into the kiss, and she deepened the kiss just a little more.

Pulling away, Lebreau gave her one of her brightest smile and with a giggle, she watched her bounce towards the doors of the restaurant. Shaking her head, Lightning let a bright smile plaster her face. Wide, she felt like it would never stop. And at the moment, Lightning was happy. And nothing else mattered.