“No, I tell you what, show up around 6:30pm and I’ll met you at the gate. Maybe give you a short tour of the studio grounds before we start our evening together.”

“That would be great. I see you at 6:30 then.”

“Yes you will.”

“James is paging me got to go.”

“Okay Babe see you later. Bye.”

“Bye Tina.”

Bette took off a little early to go home and prepare herself for her date with Tina. She never before remembered being so nervous about going on a date with anyone. She couldn’t even figure out why she was so nervous. She wasn’t even this nervous when she planned and executed their first date. Was it because Tina was the one in complete control this time? She told herself, “Relax and just enjoy yourself. You don’t have to control everything all the time.” She showered and put on her best jeans and a short sleeved blouse. As she dressed she remember that they didn’t talk about footwear. “What kind of shoes? Heels, flats, sandals, or tennis shoes.” So she texted Tina for the answer to her footwear question. Tina’s text reply was ‘Whatever you want.’
Bette thinks ‘That doesn’t give me any clue as to what we’re doing tonight but it does give me control of my footwear choice.’ With that she grinned, she realized she needed to control something even if it were as small as her choice of shoes. She decides on a pair of high heel boots, her favorite pair of boots as a matter of fact.

Bette shows up to the studio right on time but as she walks to the security gate Tina is no where in sight. Bette approaches the guard on duty.

“Hello my name it Bette Porter, I suppose to meet Tina Kennard here.”

The guard looks at he clipboard. “Bette Porter, yes I see the Ms. Kennard is expecting you. Just go through this gate here and have a seat on that bench and someone will be right with you to take you to Ms Kennard‘s location.”

“Oh, okay I thought she was meeting me at the gate.”

“She must have gotten tied up or something. It should only be a few minutes.”

The guard buzzed her through the gate and she takes a seat as instructed.
‘This sure is a busy place even this late in the day.’ She thinks as she watches all the busyness around here. People everywhere coming an going. After sitting for only about five minutes a pimped out luxury golf cart pulls up in front of Bette. Bette laughs to herself and thinks, ‘That’s kind of cute. It says V.I.P. on the front of it. It must be for there lead actors or something.’ Bette watches as the driver who is dressed in some outrageous costume as he gets out then approaches her.