Bronwyn waited out the day with something less than her usual patience. She paced. She fidgeted. She played her cello. She showered... three times. When the sun finally disappeared behind the horizon, she bolted out of her room with relief. She would rather be free to wander than stuck in her room obsessing over a woman who she knew was just down the hall.<br/>A woman who was walking right next to her. Who looked way too good dressed in all black.<br/>Bronwyn tried to focus, but the wind shifted and Tara's scent was all she could sense.<br/>"Wait a minute... Wait." Bronwyn took Tara's arm and pulled her to a stop.<br/>"What? We're gonna be late." Tara said nervously.<br/>"No we won't. The sun's barely down, we're likely hours early." Bronwyn pulled Tara close and pressed her lips gently to hers.<br/>After a moment, Bronwyn pulled away, her eyes heavy lidded and dark emerald green.<br/>"I couldn' concentrate." she said.