Bette: “Nope …I can handle it ….thanx for everything…but I have it under control.”

Melvin: (pulling Bette in for another hug) “Ok then I’ll see you in a month…call me if you need anything…have fun angel.”

Bette: “yeah I will dad…see you then …take care… I’ll call once I’m settled tonight.”

Turing around to leave Melvin took on last look at his little girl; she had grown up so fast. He couldn’t help the feeling that he was leaving her behind, but he shook it off.

‘Pull it together old man; she hasn’t even left for college yet.’ He thought to himself. And with that he made it to his car and returned to his home.

Bette was exhausted; she had been up all night packing seeing as how she had put it off till the last minute as a form of protest. She lay back on her bed and closed her eyes. Her thoughts immediately found Anita, those brilliant green eyes and those sexy lips. ‘Did I just think call her lips sexy’ Bette thought to herself. ‘Not sexy I mean succulent….what am I thinking….that’s even worse.’ Getting up off the bed she decided against trying to take a nap and resigned to walking around the grounds.  The area was beautiful, a lavish country side but it had an artsy feel. She walked around aimlessly exploring her surroundings when she heard a click. Looking around puzzled she tried to pin-point the direction that the sound came from. Tilting her head she heard it again, turning around she came face to face with Anita.

Anita: (smiling brightly) “hey you … feeling better?”

Bette: (feeling that she’s slipping into this woman’s gaze) “Wha…umm…yeah just a little worn out I guess.”

Anita: “yeah I know how that can be…you better rest up though’….there is a lot to do here…and tomorrow we start the lectures.”

Bette: (rolling her eyes) “Oh joy…I can hardly wait”

Anita: (finding Bette’s lack of enthusiasm entertaining) “Oh don’t sound so excited…wouldn’t want you to faint or anything.”

Bette: (Laughing at Anita’s sarcastic retort) “hey well nothing spells fun to me like listening to a bunch of people tell you what art should mean to you.”

Anita: “Well I hate to burst your bubble but it doesn’t work like that here…we are much more hands on…everyone gets their turn to teach.”

Bette: (finding that concept to be interesting) “really …that sounds interesting…so what do you teach…let me guess …photography.”

Anita: (chuckling) “good job…what tipped you off…not the camera”

Bette: “ha ha very funny…did you take those pictures out there on display…they’re amazing.”

Anita: (blushing, flattered by Bette’s comment) “yeah I did…you like them…they are so old…I  do a lot of different styles.”

Bette: “well you’re brilliant …I’ve never seen photographs like that …they seem so real…I mean I know that they are real…but you know what I mean…like personal.”

Anita: “yeah I know what you mean … if you like those then I should show you some of my other work.”

Bette: “Yeah that would be awesome.”

Anita: “Great…well I’m gonna grab some grub…I’ll meet you in my office in an hour… how does that sound?”

Bette: (barely containing her excitement) “sound great …I can’t wait to see more of your work.”

TBC….