"Erm… No." Replied the girl before changing her mind "Erm, yes."

Seeing Collins blush, Simone didn’t ask more, she simply stated "Good," with a warm smile upon her face.

"Miss erm Simone, did you tell Annabelle about what I talked to you about erm when she was g-gone?"

"No. You told me you hadn’t told her. So I respected your choice. Why do you want me to?"

"No no. Just asking." Collins held her wrist and rubbed it mechanically before looking up to Simone "I, I’m really happy that you’re together."

Simone didn’t respond, she smiled and nodded her head towards the living room to invite the girl to go back there with her.

In the little cottage, the woman was restless in her bed. Of course, her bed was separated from her husband’s. Slowly getting up, she dressed before leaving the house unnoticed.

"I think Collins’s got a girlfriend."

"A GIRLfriend? What are you, kidding?"

"No, why?"

"Well, Collins’s straight baby. I hate to break it to you but I think you’ve watched the L word too much."

"Yeah, Spaghetti straight," Simone replied, ignoring the second statement.

"Huh?"

"Straight until you put them in the water, then not straight."

"I’m unplugging the tv." Simone laughed softly. "Looks like your gaydar might need a reboost."

"I don’t need a gaydar anymore, I’ve got you."

"Aww, that’s sweet. Well, I’m still looking around to see if I can’t make other chicks go wild."

"You are?"

"Yes. It’s been so easy with you. I mean, didn’t even try. Takes the fun out of the game if you ask me."

"You’re not funny."

"I know I’m not. That’s why you love me. And I love you because you love that I’m not funny."

Simone leant in to kiss Annabelle but she pulled away. Pouting, Simone rested her head on her thighs and faked whining.

"Nah. Don’t want you near me. You perverted erm perv."

Simone took on a shocked expression and crossed her arms on her chest like a pouting five year old brat.

Cornering a smile, Annabelle sat up and looked at her. "Baby, you’re gonna turn thirty three soon. Maybe it’s time to grow up."

"You said baby. You’re not faking being mad at me anymore," Simone replied totally avoiding the birthday subject, pulling Annabelle into a easy hug. "Mph. Why do I always lose these fights?"