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A Very Special Surprise

     Bridget walked out of the corner café, holding an enormous Americano in one hand, while she fumbled to get her cars keys from her purse with the other. The autumn leaves crunched under her heels as she walked, the cool air brisk against her face. Deep in thought about getting her daughter to school, her non-existent romantic life, and memorizing a script for her new Christmas rom-com movie contract, she almost didn't look up in time to see her favourite person in the world. "Yara!" She called, waving to the calm looking brunette across the street. Startled, Yara came out of her dreamlike trance, looking around to see who had called her name. "Yara!" She said again, laughing to herself as her best friend continued to look around to find her. Yara knew at that point, however, that it was Bridget calling her name, she could recognize that voice anywhere she went. Finally, her eyes fell upon the gorgeous lady across the street. Her chocolate brown hair blowing gently and gaining volume in the wind, her cheeks rosy from the October chill, she was wrapped in a big white knit scarf, her maroon sweater peeking out underneath. Her smile grew even brighter as Yara looked both ways to cross the street, hurrying towards her when the coast was clear. "Hi!" Bridget said as Yara quickly pulled her in to a crushing hug, heart filling with warmth despite the weather. Whenever she was with Bridget, she never wanted to leave. The taller woman nuzzled her face into Yara's hair, breathing in her intoxicating scent, holding the hug perhaps a little to long for it to just be friendly. Both women knew that there was more to their relationship than just friends, but tried to ignore it for everyone's sake.
"I'm just about to drive Frankie to school, then heading home to run lines. Want to come with me and catch up?" Immediately, Yara accepted, despite her plans to go on a coffee date with some guy from Tinder. She'd text him and reschedule...or not. Bridget resumed her search for her keys, and once she had finally found them, they piled into the car and were off to school. "Hey girl!" Yara said to Bridget's daughter; they were old pals. They started catching up like nobody's business. The little brunette in the back told Yara all about her new dance classes, her soccer team and the drama that went down last week because the snack mom hadn't brought enough watermelon for everyone, and all the gossip about everyone in her first grade class. Yara told her all about her job, her new dog, and all the books she was reading. Before they knew it, they were at school. Bridget sighed to herself, thinking about how positive Yara was, how she could change the energy in a room just by walking in. She got out of the car and walked Frankie to the yard, kissing her on the cheek and handing her her lunch. She watched as the little six-year-old ran over to her friends, loose curls bouncing behind her under her purple hat that she had received from her grandma. Bridget thought it was hideous, but she didn't object to it, as long as it made her happy and kept her warm. She got lost in thought for only a moment, then remembered the very special person waiting for her in the car.