having a plan

"I thought we weren't going to do this." Vanessa had coffee waiting for Olivia the next morning. She didn't like the idea of sleeping with anyone, as of late. Especially, Olivia.

"Oh, that." Olivia rubbed sleep from her eyes. "I didn't mean to. It was the storm."

"Sure it was." Vanessa rolled her eyes and went to put a little skim milk in her coffee. "I'm going to have to leave you on your own for awhile. Is that alright?" She bit into her hot strawberry poptart.

"Why wouldn't it? I have things to do." But she was moving slowly.

"Uh-huh." Vanessa didn't believe her for a second. She would probably have to bring her Spanish friend Miguel back, just for a precaution. She'd probably have to make something up. Show him she was interested, more than just the guy who did the camera work for her documentary on the city streets. "Well, I have work to do."

"Of course." Olivia smiled as she found her coffee in Vanessa's little kitchen. "But, I-I might need another night or, two."

"Of course." Vanessa supposed it was settled.

"Cia." Olivia was more than smiles. She leaned toward Vanessa.

"Here, have the rest of my pop-tart." Vanessa practically smashed it in Olivia's mouth. She just couldn't get away, quick enough. It was best to get back to reality. Away from Olivia.

Vanessa phoned Miguel immediately. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for you to tell me where our next segment will be." His voice was thick with his romantic accent.

"How about breakfast?"

"Brunch?"

"Whatever." She couldn't see him soon enough.