Mi crei una summary di 20 parole di qeusto? "“What can I get you?"

"For me, a coffee and a glass of still water," Alice says, offering a warm smile to the attentive waitress.

"Boss?"

"A double espresso, very strong," Shane replies with her trademark confidence.

"And for you, Bette?"

Lost in contemplation, Bette remains unresponsive, her gaze fixed in a distant stare. Seated in the plush armchair, she faces away from the entrance, appearing somewhat adrift in her thoughts. Her legs, elegantly crossed, reveal a glimpse of smooth, shiny skin through the slit in her skirt. Long moments pass in a hush, Bette's vacant stare still locked ahead. The waitress, sensing the awkward pause, scans the surroundings, her attention drawn to a new group entering the establishment. Meanwhile, Alice, comfortably seated, exchanges a knowing glance with Shane.

"Bette?" Alice calls, but her voice seems to dissipate in the void, receiving no acknowledgment from her friend.

"Bette!" Almost desperate, Alice waves her hand in front of Bette's distant eyes. At that moment, the brunette snaps back to reality, offering an awkward smile to the waitress. "Yes?”

"What can I get you, Bette?"

"Just a coffee, please..."

Shane scrutinizes Bette with an intense gaze as the waitress departs. For years, every Saturday morning, the trio convenes for breakfast at Dana's, Shane's local haunt.

The atmosphere gains vivacity with the hum of conversations and the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Shane, like a vigilant director, surveys the scene, alternating her attention between her friends and the bustling dynamics behind the counter.

"So, how was your week?" Alice inquires. "Bette, we haven't seen you in ages. You vanished, and you missed our last family Sunday," she continues, fishing her phone from her bag, curiosity coloring her gaze.

Momentarily pulled from her thoughts, Bette responds with a gentle tap on her throat, clearing her voice and attempting to shake off intrusive thoughts. "I had some unexpected things..." she says, her tone distant, sinking into the armchair with a sigh. With deliberate movements, she brings her right hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose with thumb and forefinger, massaging it gently as if trying to refocus. Squinting, she rubs her eyes with reassuring movements, her mind drifting back to a couple of nights before.

*Bette finds herself reclining against the counter of an upscale restaurant, the crystal-clear wine glass artfully positioned before her. The brunette's eyes lock onto Tina's as the blonde makes a captivating entrance into the establishment. In an instant, Bette regains her posture, turning gracefully towards the approaching woman with an air of confidence. Tina captures Bette's hand, advancing with determined steps. She bestows a kiss on Bette's cheek, whispering with unwavering assurance, "You're absolutely breathtaking." Before she can retreat, Bette responds with a voice tinged with emotion, "So are you.”* 

*In the subdued glow of the restaurant, accompanied by the delicate piano notes in the background, their eyes engage in a silent dance of desire, while a subtle intimacy blossoms between their entwined hands. "Thank you for tonight," Tina expresses with a genuine smile, her gaze wandering appreciatively over Bette's form before reconnecting with her eyes. Bette, retaining control, acknowledges with a slight nod. The dinner unfolds with a seamless conversation, setting the tone for the evening. Their glances speak a language only they understand, and a conspiratorial smile plays on both their lips, heightening the sensual ambiance. Tina leans in, inadvertently brushing against Bette's hand. The contact generates a spark, an electric current passing between them. As they converse, Tina's bare foot ventures under the table, delicately tracing Bette's leg. The brunette, taken aback, subtly twitches, but her expression remains composed. She feels Tina's skin graze her leg, a shiver of anticipation coursing down her spine. Tina, wearing an innocent facade, maintains the conversation as if nothing extraordinary is happening. Tina's foot, growing bolder, progresses higher up Bette's leg, provoking an almost imperceptible reaction. Bette strives to maintain composure, but the touch accentuates an underlying intimacy. Arching an eyebrow ever so slightly, Bette casts an enigmatic gaze at Tina. Unfazed, the blonde, without breaking their dialogue, continues the clandestine game beneath the table. Tina's foot ventures higher, reaching Bette's thigh. The brunette senses a warm wave enveloping her, her breath deepening. It evolves into a subtle dance, a wordless game saturated with sensual tension. Opting not to make things too easy for Tina, Bette subtly tightens her legs, ensnaring Tina's foot between her thighs. Tina bites her lower lip, a gesture immediately caught by Bette. Bette's breath deepens further, accompanied by a palpable shiver down her spine…*

"Bette? Are you okay?" Alice's voice cuts through the haze, concern evident in her tone. Bette takes a moment, clearing her throat as she redirects her focus to the present. Instinctively, she crosses her legs a bit tighter. The mere thinking of Tina sends a subtle shiver down her spine, a prelude to the surge of excitement that follows.

"Yeah, Alice, I'm fine," Bette replies, her voice composed, though carrying a hint of weariness. She offers a reassuring smile, attempting to downplay the inner tumult. "Just a bit tired, you know? It's been an incredibly intense week." She absentmindedly smooths a hand over her skirt, a gesture that serves both as a distraction from her friends' scrutinizing gaze and as a feeble attempt to conceal the swirling sea of emotions beneath the surface. The fabric of her skirt becomes a temporary refuge, a shield against the prying eyes that might catch a glimpse of the complexities within.

In the meantime, the waitress approaches with the order. Shane graces her with a warm smile and expresses gratitude. Leaning slightly forward in her chair to reach the just-served breakfast on the table, she discreetly lifts her gaze toward Bette. Once again, she notices the distant look in Bette's eyes, accompanied by a smile that seems to hide more than it reveals. Shane begins to suspect that behind that smile lies a deeper story than Bette is willing to share.

"So, Bette, everything okay? Can we talk about the other night when you two were out together? Alice filled me in.”

"Told you what? I'd say there's nothing to tell..." Bette evades the question, sidestepping a direct answer.

"Nothing? Your ex-wife present, and a certain blonde from your golden years reappears in Los Angeles... really nothing?" Shane insists.

Alice, wearing a curious expression and an air of subtle interrogation, slowly raises her right eyebrow as she brings the coffee cup to her mouth. Her attentive and probing eyes reflect interest and a desire to know more, creating a moment of silent attention where the cup becomes almost a theatrical accessory emphasizing her curiosity. A brief pause precedes Bette's response, "Everything's normal…”

Alice, with a mix of concern and insistence, intervenes again, "Porter, please, can you tell us how you're doing? You disappeared for more than a week after that night; we were genuinely worried," she exclaims with a more pronounced tone.

"I'm fine, girls, really, I'm fine."

"Bette, we've known you for twenty years..."

"I have nothing to hide! Really, I'm fine! With Kelly, sooner or later, I'll have to get used to the fact that we live in the same city, and as for Tina..." Bette pauses, moderating her tone to avoid arousing suspicion. "...nothing special.”

"Mmm," Shane emits a sound confirming her friend's words, though her skepticism is evident. "So what did you talk about at the party?" she insists.

"Nothing..."

"Bette... Alice told me you found each other talking."

"Oh, come on... *hi, how are you, so strange, bye-bye*..." Bette looks around, then brings the coffee cup to her lips.

"So everything is 'ok' between you two?" Shane persists.

"Yes, of course. It's strange to see each other after so many years, but yes, everything's okay." Bette smiles and places the coffee cup on the table. Then, she sinks back into the armchair.

"Mmmm..." Shane emits a skeptical growl, increasingly unconvinced."

*"I had a delightful evening tonight. And thank you for taking me home," Tina says, a subtle smile playing on her lips as she glances at the front door and then back at Bette.*

*"I enjoyed it too." Bette lowers her gaze, a faint blush gracing her cheeks.*

*"Would you like to do it again?" Tina seeks Bette's gaze, her eyes carrying a hint of intrigue.*

*"Sure." Bette raises her eyes, and with slightly pursed lips, she smiles, nodding her head. "Now I should go; I have to wake up really early tomorrow..." The brunette begins to turn away when Tina seizes her hand and pulls her closer. Their bodies gently collide, faces inches apart in the blink of an eye, and they lock eyes. "I think you were forgetting something...”. Tina moves even closer until their lips touch in a slow and sensual kiss. Their lips dance together, breaths quickening in the moment. Bette eventually pulls away, a smile playing on her lips. "Feels like when I used to walk you back to the dorm... if that entrance could talk." Tina smiles, gazes up at the sky, and sensually bites her lower lip. Bette, in a calmer tone, holds Tina even tighter. "Do you mind if we keep this to ourselves... at least for a while?” Tina's eyes soften as she looks at the brunette holding her. "No, but only if you keep kissing me." Bette brings her hands to Tina's face, thumbs tracing along the jawline, caressing the soft skin. Their mouths meet again, and their lips revel in the renewed encounter, each kiss deepening the connection between them…*

"Bette? Anyway, you're acting strange. You should see a doctor," Alice expresses with a puzzled frown at her friend's continued detachment.

"I'm fine, just tired... didn't sleep much."

"I hope for you it's because someone kept you awake."

*Their hands graze, fingers playfully entwine, an irresistible connection keeping them close. Bette releases a decisive sigh. "I should go..." Tina acknowledges with a nod but refuses to release Bette's hand. In a final stolen kiss, Bette begins to step away. Both women stretch their arms, fingers brushing until the last possible moment. Bette starts to slide into the car. Leaning against the roof, arms supporting her, she gazes at the blonde with a captivating smile. "Goodnight, T." Tina meets her gaze. "Text me once you're home. I'll call you tomorrow.”*

“She's not entirely wrong, Bette. You look... like you haven't slept in days.” Shane says observing her friend.

"Oh no, I'm just swamped with work, I told you."

"I know what you need."

"Alice, please. The last time didn't exactly go well..."

"Naaaaaah, I can guarantee this time it'll be awesome!"

“Enlighten me, I can't wait,” Bette settles back into the armchair.

“Next week, let's turn the Sunday family lunch into a brunch with a few guests” Alice smiles “And I think we can do it at your place, Bette”

"At my place? You plan the brunch, but in the end, I have to manage it?"

"Well, you are the one with the pool! And besides, let's say we’ll do this because you need it, not because we want it”

"Need what, Alice?"

"You need to get laid!" Alice chuckles, then Shane nudges her with her elbow, raises her eyebrows, and smiles, gesturing in the direction of the door.

"Who needs to get laid?" A soft and melodic voice, coming from behind Bette, glides into the surrounding air. A shiver, like a gentle breeze, runs through her body, and the skin on her legs tingles in response to the unexpected and seductive interruption.

“Blondie! I heard you were back! Look at you” Shane gets up enthusiastically, confidently walks past Bette, and envelops Tina in a warm hug.

“Shaney! You look amazing! What a coincidence to find you here.” Tina gently places her hand on Shane's cheek, conveying affection through the touch, before embracing her again.

Alice rises from her seat and approaches the two women. Tina gently separates from Shane and hugs Alice with a welcoming smile.

“Hi Kennard, Los Angeles is starting to feel like pretty small these days…”

"I heard that the coffee here is exceptional, and I work nearby..." Tina's voice fades as her eyes trace a path settling on Bette's legs, the only visible detail beyond the top of the chair. The slit in the skirt is a seductive invitation, revealing just enough to send a shiver through her body.

The blonde lets her gaze wander over Bette's endlessly long legs, crossed and slightly tilted to the side, provocatively covered by a form-fitting skirt that reaches her knees and ends in enticing peep-toe stilettos. In that moment, she catches her breath, as if desire had taken over. Her eyes admire the toned and muscular shape, the high heels emphasizing their length and provocation, enveloping Bette in an aura of irresistible sensuality.

“Hi Bette,” Tina's voice is veiled, the name betraying the emotion nesting within. Bette lifts herself slightly from the chair, leaning on the wooden armrests. She turns towards the voice and smiles, her eyes quickly roaming over Tina's body. Bette lets her tongue graze her lips in an almost imperceptible gesture, not lost on the attentive blonde. “Tina…”

The tension in the air is like a spark ready to explode. Their eyes meet, and a current of uncontrollable desire vibrates between them. Bette's lips seem to burn with longing, and Tina feels an internal fire enveloping her. Time slows for a moment. They both blush, awkward in trying to control the wave of emotion that surrounds them.

"Well, since everything is okay between you, why don't you join us?" Shane interrupts the moment, teasing Bette and giving her a mischievous smile. Bette and Tina exchange a glance, both taken by surprise by the proposal, then Bette comfortably resumes her seat in the armchair, only lending her auditory attention to the rest of the encounter.

"I'd love to, but I think it's better if I head back to the office. We're… starting a new project today, and I have a Saturday on set." Tina shrugs with a smile, making a gesture that seems to signal readiness to leave. "But it was nice seeing you, girls." With a warm hug, Tina envelops both friends, as if that gesture could hold onto the pleasure of their reunion a bit longer.

"At least the coffee's on me," Shane says with a playful wink.
"Not necessary, Shane, but thanks."
Alice, with a playful smile, approaches Tina. She delicately brings a hand in front of her mouth, as if she wants to whisper something in secret. "Shane is the owner here, Tina. None of us ever pay for coffee here..." The blonde looks pleased and proud. "Yours? Wow... Well, if that's the case, I gladly accept." The blonde smiles. "Now I really have to go, but it was a nice coincidence..."

With a quick but attentive glance toward her friends, Tina's eyes inevitably return to the figure of Bette, seated not too far away. "Bye, ladies. Bye, Bette,” she bids with a calm yet slightly tense voice, an underlying emotion present. 

Tina clears her throat, waits a few seconds, and then Bette responds with a brief and intense, "Goodbye, T...ina.”. The blonde holds back an irresistible smile and turns with elegance to move away. She walks confidently to the counter, ordering a double espresso with a radiant smile directed at the barista. Leaning gracefully against the counter, she pulls out her phone from her bag with a confident gesture. Meanwhile, Alice and Shane settle back into their armchairs, watching the blonde with an amused complicity.

"It seems to be really okay between you... how mature..." Shane insists.

"I've already told you, Shane. Everything is fine," Bette replies, swallowing with difficulty. Then, as if suddenly needing to search for something in her bag, she lowers her gaze, and with the corner of her eye, she watches Tina. While her gaze indulges in following the blonde's sensual body, her phone emits a sound, interrupting her moment of tension. Distracted from the conversation with her friends, Bette immerses herself completely in the exchange unfolding through rapid messages and notifications. The first message from Tina takes Bette's mind elsewhere.

*“So you need to get laid”*

Bette is typing…

*“Not funny”*

Tina is typing…

*“But what if I have the solution.*”

Bette is typing…

*“Really? I was almost losing hope…”*

Tina is typing…

*“You've offered me one dinner; don't think I'm an easy one…”*

Bette is typing…

*“How many dinners do I need?”*

Tina is typing…

*“As many as it takes to get to know each other…”*

Bette is typing…

*”Does lunch and dinner on the same day count as one or two?”*

Tina is typing…

*“No cheating…”*

Bette is typing…

*”I'll keep offering you dinners then…”*

Tina is typing…

*“Those heels...What a bold choice for a breakfast”*

Bette is typing…

*“I had a hunch”*

Tina is typing…

*“You're sexy. I wish I could touch your legs and kiss them. Right now, right there.”*

Bette crosses her legs to the other side, making them more visible from the counter.

Tina is typing…

*“Oh, you played cruel with that”*

Bette is typing…

*“I'll call you later, so I can invite you to dinner.”*

Tina is typing…

*“If you let me admire your legs a little bit more, next dinner we can skip straight to dessert.”*

Bette leans forward, pretending to adjust her shoe but using the excuse solely to challenge the blonde still at the counter. Feeling adrenaline and excitement surge within her, the brunette bites down on her lower lip intensely, trying to control the inevitable smile that wants to escape.

Meanwhile, Alice and Shane exchange complicit glances and confidential whispers. Then, suddenly, it's Alice who calls out, "Tina!" 

The blonde at the counter diverts her attention from the phone, turns around, and sees Alice signaling her to come closer. She does, trying to maintain a distance from Bette, but the attempt is futile. The attraction between them is palpable, and despite the will to resist, the two women sense each other's irresistible proximity. Their scents become intrusive, creating an atmosphere charged with tension and desire in their minds.

"Well, since everything is fine between you, and you're back in town, next Sunday you're invited to brunch at Bette's house," Alice says with a cheerful tone, teasing the situation.

Alice's words cast a shadow of agitation on Bette's face, tensing her expression. A shiver runs down Tina's spine, sensing a slight panic taking over. Despite this, the blonde tries to mask the tension with an embarrassed smile. "Girls, thank you, but I'm not sure if..." Tina begins, but is promptly interrupted by Alice.

"Come on! Kennard! We don't take no for an answer. Say yes, in honor of the old days" exclaims Alice with her usual lively spirit. Tina drops her gaze on Bette, just a few steps away, and notices the brunette clasping her hands in prayer and nervously playing with the ring on her middle finger, twisting it anxiously around.

Tina, as she watches Bette, senses her growing agitation. "Okay, I'll see what I can do," she replies, trying to keep a light tone.

Alice's words continue to flow, "Bring the director too! The more, the merrier." At these words, Tina immediately notices that Bette's fingers have become still. She clearly perceives the palpable anxiety enveloping the brunette at that moment.

"And if you have any friends..."

"Alice," Bette's voice intervenes, firm and decisive, interrupting her friend's words.

Tina blushes and nods with an embarrassed smile, "Thanks for the invitation, now I really have to go." She waves and walks away, leaving Bette with a mix of emotions, between the anxiety sparked by Alice's words and the warmth of desire provoked by Tina's proximity.

"Alice, what the hell! Is it possible that you don't know the word "boundaries"?"

"Oh come on, Bette, if everything is okay between you two, what's the problem? After all, she just came back to town..."

Bette feels the buzz of her phone, unlocks it, and is faced with a message from the as-yet-unstored number.

*“Fuck”*"