If you follow her out that door, that'd be stalking… Callie told herself, seeing the blonde stride for the exit. How do I attract her attention? Fall and scream? Run after her? Yell 'Fire!' and then tackle her? March up to her and say, 'Hi, I think you are beautiful. Can I buy you coffee?' Smooth, Torres…very smooth. Oh, there she goes… out that door.
Callie decided to go out as well. She could always see the film on her widescreen TV at home. Besides, Mark would enjoy himself and she could text him afterwards. She decided to go get a coffee and sit in a café. But first, she needed to find a restroom, the beer had settled in her bladder. After seeing a line at the restrooms, she decided to find one elsewhere.
She walked out of the theater and turned up the block, remembering a quaint café she had noted a few weeks prior but hadn't had enough time to stop by. She entered the café and queried about the bathrooms.
While she was washing her hands, the door opened. Callie looked up and found herself staring at the blonde's reflection. Her breath hitched slightly and she gave a small smile, "Hi…" she greeted, rather breathlessly.
"Hi," the blonde responded, closing the door and walking up to stand beside Callie, setting her purse on the counter and studying her reflection before opening her purse and pulling out her lipstick and beginning to reapply.
Throwing cautions to the wind, Callie pretended to start and asked, "Were you just at the Kill Bill marathon?"
"Yes," the blonde turned towards her, slightly startled at the question. "I actually was."
"You know the second film had just started…" Callie smiled.
"I can say the same to you," the blonde smiled back, setting her lipstick back in her purse. "What's your reason for leaving?"
"I honestly got bored…" Callie lied. When met with a raised eyebrow, she quickly elaborated, "I love the films, I just have to be in the mood for them. I went with a friend and he's still watching. Probably hasn't even noticed I've left."
"Ah, okay." The blonde revealed, "I got dragged there by my brother and his girlfriend. I've never seen them—"
"Seriously?" Callie interrupted, incredulously.
"—but I can't do that much gore or swearing," she finished. At Callie's skeptical look she elaborated, "I work with children all day, they are much more innocent and happier than the rest of the world. And they rub off on me in that sense."
Callie nodded, drying her hands and throwing the paper towel in the can. "I like that," she smiled, no longer really caring what team the angel batted for. Sure, she felt a little scale of lust forming when looking at her, but nothing that she couldn't control.