RITA's POV
I'm literally shaking as I climb up the porch to Rita's house.
I knock.
"Hey," she says, gesturing for me to enter.
I sit on the couch as she scrambles to get me a drink.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" she asks.
I'm debating whether or not I should just lean forward and kiss her. Talking sounds really hard in comparison. But she might think I'm drunk.
She lets out a soft sigh and I realize that I've been deliberating for too long and she was getting impatient.
"Well," I start, "I guess we should be honest with each other…"
"I like you in that way. Honest enough?" she spits out harshly. I guess I understand her frustration.
"Great! Me too. It's just like…this co worker thing it's not good for relationships…you know?"
I wonder if I'm even speaking coherent English. Maybe I should switch to Russian.
"Oh my god. Can you make up your mind already? If you don't want to do this workplace thing then forget it and let go of me and let us both move on and we can continue being great friends!"
Heck it.
I lean forward and pull her in for a kiss – one she's not expecting. She tenses up at first, but slowly relaxes her muscles and lets me hold the back of her neck. When we pull apart, a sneaky grin crosses her face.
"Wow. You had that all planned didn't you?"
I feel myself blush.
"Look, it's going to be hard as heck, but shit, if there's anyone I want to do this with, it's you, okay? So can we stop pretending and just get together already? Like, okay, if we totally screw it up and end up hating each other, at least we tried."
"Well, my mother's already thrown me out of the house so…"
Yvette smirks that cute side little grin that she does and laughs.
"Look, my door is always open. Girlfriend or not."
"Promise?"
"Promise."