The moment Andrea stuttered and let the blush creep over her cheeks was the moment Ratte’s confidence came rushing back. There was always a moment of doubt when she flirted with women, always a second guess as to whether they would be offended or not. Andrea didn’t seem offended at all. Ratte listened to her talk shop with a slight grin threatening the corners of her lips. She knew she was terrible, knew she was just like those men that hounded women at night clubs, but she’d back down if she was told to.

Ratte frowned, hearing Andrea mention that it could take up to a week for her to get the car fixed. She would need it by then. She’d need to find a car to hire. Andrea flushed again, asking for her phone number and Ratte grinned, “A week? Damn.. that’s enough time for me to take you out for a drink sometime..” she casually took the notepad from Andrea, still grinning, and wrote her number on it, along with her name underneath it . She handed the notepad back to the woman and raised her eyebrow coyly, “what do you say?”