#au8.

In spite of whatever bullshit was going on in Tina's head, or Tina's peripheral, or Tina's life as a whole, she could hardly resist the temptation of pulling James further and further into her orbit. It might have been an off-hand comment at first, a joke even, but Tina was suddenly set on the idea that James must come over for a facial. Call it a distraction, or call it an excuse to get close to James' face. Whichever it was didn't really matter, because she wasn't going to change her mind on it now.

It was about nine thirty at night, and Tina had called James to please come over because she simply had to do something productive, or she would never get to sleep. Since calling, she had prepared their usual tea, lit some of her favourite candles and set up a make-shift spa in her living room. Now all she had to do was wait, and wait she did.

Tina was sat out on her front step, nursing said tea when James finally arrived, at which point she stood and ushered him in the door as quickly as possible lest anyone see the exchange.

"Quick, quick, come in," Tina started eagerly, making a sweeping gesture once the door was closed. "Welcome to Spa Bell! Please, make yourself at home."