Tiffany is surprised by a familiar face.

Tiffany turns back towards the line and starts considering her options. She would be lucky to bag any one of them. Then suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. She yelps in surprise.

“Hey girl, hey!” It’s Linda, one of Tiffany’s few friends. She is a naturally tan Latina with black hair who is about the same height as Tiff. Linda’s seemingly eternal smile dents her cheeks. She’s wearing skinny jeans and a loose pink blouse that drapes over her curvy chest.

“Hey girl, hey,” Tiffany replies timidly.

“You should have told me you were getting out of the house today, Tiff! We could have made it a whole day!” Linda exclaims.

“Oh, it’s no big deal. I’m just here for a coffee run,” Tiffany says.

“PFFT! Come on Tiff! You ain’t fooling anyone girl!” Linda disagrees. “Look at you! Your hair. Your outfit. I can see your eyes Tiff! You’re looking super cute today! Simply amazing! What are you up to, huh?!”

“Noth—I, uh…well…it’s no—it’s um,” Tiffany struggles to come up with something to say.

“Next please,” says the barista with no enthusiasm.

Tiffany quickly walks up to him and boldly orders, “Give me a girlfriend please!”

She then buries her face in her bag and whimpers.

“One girlfriend iced tea coming up.”

* * * * *

“What’s it taste like?” Linda asks Tiff.

“It tastes very pink,” Tiffany says sliding her drink away.

Tiffany and Linda are sitting in the booth closest to the door. Tiff is wringing her hands not sure of what to say. Linda happily sips from her blended coffee.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were gay Tiff?” Asks Linda. “It would have been so great to know that sooner. I would have set you up with such a nice girl by now!”

“It’s not really something people would’ve wanted to know,” Tiffany says self-consciously.

“Hey,” Linda smirks at Tiff. “Did you ever peak during gym?”

“Aaahhh let’s not talk about that,” Tiffany tries to deflect.

“So, what do you think of her,” Linda says pointing to the Asian girl.

“She’s pretty cute,” Tiffany replies.

What about her,” Linda points to the blonde.

“She pretty cute too,” Tiffany says.

“And what about—” Linda says about to point at a redhead right at the next table.

“She cute too okay Lin!” Tiff loudly whispers suppressing Linda’s hand. “I’m not picky.”

“Great! Finding you a girlfriend should be easy then,” states Linda.

“Hopefully,” Tiffany concedes. “I’ve been thinking about how much catching up I have to do.”

Then Tiffany lowers her voice as much as possible.

“And I’d really like to…you know…as soon as possible.”

“Uh huuhh~,” Linda smirks again. Tiffany closes her eyes to avoid eye contact.

“Well with that said, one small step for Tiff,” Linda says shoving Tiff off her seat and forcing her to stand. “One giant leap towards getting laid!”

“Huh?!” Tiff utters.

“Go get em tiger!” Linda cheers Tiff on.

“What! No! I can’t just do that!” Tiff protests glowing red.

“You can’t get what you want if you don’t take that first step, and then later you get to leap!” Linda encourages her.