Escape to 2015

Honesty

She locked her bike around a post in front of the suburban Seattle restaurant. A lovely, curly brunette waved at her from the window, grinning from ear-to-ear. Arizona opened the door and was enveloped in the scents of coffee and sweets. She took a sharp right turn, sitting at the table where her girlfriend was. "Hi, Callie!" she chirped.

"Evening, sweetie. How was your day?"

Even though it was a good-natured question, Arizona was still taken aback. A sharp nagging feeling in her gut told her just spill it! If she loves you, she'll understand.

Lowering her voice to just above a whisper she said, "Actually, there's something I need to tell you,"

"Yeah? What?"

"I'm not from here. I was born in the 1870s. I couldn't risk my father finding out my love interests and disowning me. So I left before I could give him the chance. All those times I had to go home early? It was so I could get home for supper in 1887, and come up with an excuse as to where I was."

Callie was surprised; she never knew time travel even existed, let alone controlled in such a manner by someone from the 19th century. She enveloped the blonde in a warm, loving embrace.

"So... You're not mad?" Arizona asked.

"Mad?" The Latina beauty held back laughter. "How could I be? This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done in the history of ... ever! You're the best girlfriend in the whole world!"

The blonde smiled brightly. "I'm your girlfriend?"

Callie nodded.

"Wow! I, I love you."

The waiter came over to their table offering the dessert menu. They each had a slice of cheesecake and a freshly brewed mocha. After they were done, they biked down the street like a couple of kids, Arizona standing on the rear tires' pegs with her hands on Callie's shoulders. Both of them enjoying every moment.

Authors note. This is what I turned in, and I could have easily written more of it. Let me know if you want me to add to it.