"I really want to ride the Ferris wheel.." Bette whined like a child being deprived inside a toy store. I have all these plans dammit! She sobbed inside her head. Yeah, they were able to hold hands even before the ride, so she was able to cross that out from her to-do list. But Bette had also dreamt up quite a few schemes that involved such outcomes like holding Tina close to her, playing with the soft blonde hair with her fingers and a kiss or two on the cheek.. or somewhere else if she was extra lucky.

"I’m sure it’ll be open after a few hours." Tina tried to keep a straight face as she re-assured the distressed looking heiress. I guess I forgot to add the word ‘cute’ when I stroked her ego a while ago, she mused as her thoughts ran unfiltered by her usually guarded brain. "We could ride it during the night or something.." She added with a smile.

"At night?" Bette whispered, looking faraway. Night time.. the moon.. the stars.. city lights.. high on top.. excellent view.. alone with Kennard. She smiled as her mind processed the perks of riding the Ferris wheel during the dark. Such a romantic setting too, her mind cried in glee, it’s perfect! "Okay." She nodded her head vigorously as she flashed that megawatt smile.

"That’s settled then." Tina giggled as Bette bounced on the balls of her feet. Porter’s excitement was contagious and she was beginning to feel it too. "So where to now?" She asked. It was then that a loud rumbling sound was heard by the two.. and much to Tina Kennard’s amusement and Bette Porter’s embarrassment, the sound wasn’t caused by thunder.

"Have you eaten lunch?" Tina raised an eyebrow as Bette turned red. The brunette was clutching her tummy, trying in vain to suppress the rumbling sound being emitted from within.

"No.." Bette softly said as her stomach supplemented her answer with another loud growl. "I was supposed to take you to one of the restaurants in the pier for lunch.." She admitted.

Tina sighed as guilt once again washed over her body. Since it was her fault, might as well do something to remedy it and ease her conscience a little. "Let’s grab a sandwich and have coffee. It’ll be my treat." She confidently declared, leaving no room for Bette to protest.