Chapter 2

Wednesday morning.
The gang was relaxing at their usual table at the Planet. Tina had a late start that morning so she was enjoying a rare breakfast that consisted of more than coffee when suddenly; Alice let out an ear piercing scream and jumped up from the table. When Tina recovered she saw that Alice had leapt into the arms of a gorgeous, tall brunette who had just stepped into the cafe. Shane and Dana turned to look too and soon joined Alice. Tina assumed, from the general excitement and group hugging that was going on that this must be Bette Porter. She stayed in her seat as she surveyed the scene. Bette’s feet were adorned in black steel capped boots, her long, lean legs were covered in snug boot cut Levi’s that were torn at one knee, frayed at the hems and faded from repeated wear. Her slender frame was ensconced in a skin tight black tank top under a well worn black leather jacket; her long curly hair was loose and wild. Under one arm she held a black motorcycle helmet. Tina’s glance finally drew to Bette’s face, the woman had perfect bone structure – a perfect oval face, with high cheekbones and the most beautiful smile Tina had ever seen, capped off by the most delicate, mocha tinged skin.

The group began to move towards her and she stood up in anticipation, thrusting out her hand as Bette neared her.

“Hi Bette, I’m Tina Kennard, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She smiled.

“Hi Tina, likewise, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Bette was warm and engaging as she took in the blonde that she had heard vague stories about, but she did not focus too long on Tina, taking a seat and turning to her old friends.

“So, catch me up, what’s been going on with you guys? I hardly ever hear from you!”

“That’s cos there’s not much to tell, Shane is still a lothario who keeps crashing “Our Chart” with her insane hits, Our Chart is taking off though, but LA magazine still has me doing damn Top 10 lists and Dane… wait! Dana has news!”

Tina grinned as she watched all heads swivel to the shy brunette who was flushed with embarrassment, a small proud smile fought its way to the surface as she reached into her bag to pull out a magazine; she flipped a few pages before handing it over to Bette.