“That can’t be a surprise,” said Juanita, “I’ve wanted you since we met in the coffee shop.”
“Not a surprise. And I want you too. -”
Juanita’s phone rang.
“Get it,” said Maria.
“It can wait,” said Juanita, “C’mon, let’s get a drink. I know this place on Vine Avenue.”
“Monica’s Seat,” said Maria.
“Yeah, you’ve been?” asked Juanita.
“No, but I’ve heard of it. You can’t be a lesbian in this town and not know about Monica’s.”
“True that,” laughed Juanita.
“Do you want to ride together or meet there?” asked Maria.
“I’ll meet you there. I don’t want to leave my bike in the parking lot here,” said Juanita motioning to her motorcycle.
“Ooo, nice ride. One day you’ll have to give me a ride.”
“Hopefully sooner than you think,” said Juanita and winked.
***
Juanita and Maria walked into Monica’s Seat together. The dimly lit bar had a number of patrons, mostly women seated at scattered tables. The air was thick as though smoke filled but smoking had been banned years ago inside. A few women sat on the stools at the bar.
“Sit anywhere. Somebody will be with you shortly,” said one of the waitresses, gesturing vaguely.
They took a seat along the wall at a table for two. They ordered two glasses of wine; a red for Juanita and rosé for Maria. Juanita took Maria’s hand in hers.
“I had a good time at the movie. I can’t believe she would go back after she thought he killed her father,” said Juanita.
“She needed him. We all need someone who loves us for us, That’s why he was there. He needed her to love him for him as much as she needed him to love her for her,” replied Maria.
“Pretty insightful. Are all your romance takes that deep?”
“I take my romance pretty seriously,” she said with a smile, “All my romances”.
Maria looked at Juanita with a smile on her lips but her eyes were serious. Was Juanita looking for something serious? Should they even be going this far if she wasn’t? Were they going too fast? How serious was she, herself? She liked Juanita. Did she like, like her? She looked down at their hands together. She liked holding hands. She liked holding her hand. She could see herself doing so regularly.
Juanita traced her fingers over Maria’s. She enjoyed being with her. They had talked every day since meeting at the coffee shop but being together face to face, able to hold hands was nice. Very nice. Juanita wasn’t new to dating. She wasn’t a serial dater, or even a regular dater but she had been around. Meeting a woman like Maria wasn’t something that happened every day. Not for her, not for any woman.
Just then her phone rang. She looked down at the number. Peter.
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