It was again the dreaded Monday morning and Bette was sat at her desk in the Bette Porter Gallery. She was trying desperately to concentrate but as hard as her mind tried it just wouldnt stop wondering to the beautiful blonde that she had literally run into earlier that morning.

Flashback Earlier That Morning
Bette was in a rush. Of course it wasnt her fault. Nothing ever was. It was Alices.
I should have known better than to go out to Milk on a Sunday night with Alice! What was I thinking?!? She thought to herself while running madly round some random girls house trying to find all her items of clothing. Im never letting her talk me into that again! Man Im gonna be so late.

As Bette couldnt even remember the name of the girl that she had hooked up with the night before, she just quietly let herself out of the flat, trying not to wake her, and started her run for work. She had ten minutes to get there without out being late for her first meeting. Sure, I can make that. Im fit enough! she thought, with doubt plastered over her face.

She ran down the stairs of the girls apartment building and rounded the corner leading to a busy looking street. She carried on running, weaving in and out of everyone in her way, determined to make it to her office in time. Speeding up slightly now that she had turned left off of the busy street, she put all her efforts into keeping up a good pace. Only a couple blocks she managed to half think as she turned a corner, crashing straight into someone, sending them both flying to the ground.

HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT, HOT, yelled the blonde.
Bette, slowly recovering, heard the girl cursing and turned to what was wrong.
Oh my God!! I am sooo sorry. Apologized Bette when she realised what had happened.
Im such a klutz sometimes. Is there anything I can do?
No, no. Im good. The coffee is finally starting to cool down. My trousers on the other hand are not in quite as good shape! she giggled to herself. The coffee that she obviously must have been carrying had gone flying too in their little bust up, landing, of all places, over the crotch of her trousers.
Again, Im sooo sorry. I was in such a rush to get to my meeting, looks at her watch, which I am now officially late for, that I wasnt paying any attention to my surroundings.
Dont worry about it. Ive been there myself. Cant say I ever bumped into anyone on my mad dash though. Ive thought about it though. You know, bump into a guy on purpose just to get his attention.
Damn, shes straight. What?!? Huh?!? Slow down there. I dont fall for people. I dont like being tied down. There is just something about her though. I cant take my eyes off of her perfect body. Man, she is gorgeous. Snapping back down to earth. Offering her hand.
My name is Bette. Bette Porter. Its nice to meet you.
Im Christina Kennard but my friends call me Tina. Or they would if I had any friends.
You dont have friends? I find that hard to believe.
I have friends just not around her. Ive just moved here. There actually,
Pointing to a door about 3 metres from where they were standing. About 5 days ago.
Now this is a woman I wouldnt mind getting to know, thought Tina just as a friend of course. There is just something fascinating about her though. I just cant tell what it is yet. She was suddenly brought back down to reality when she registered what Bette had said.
Im really sorry but I have to go. Im already late enough as it is. I hope to see you again. In fact, I look forward to it. See ya Tina. It was a pleasure to meet you.
She started to run again yelling sorry about your trousers!