"Remember that little cafe we went to on our first date?" Rebecca asked Keeley, looking up from her phone. Keeley did the same. They were curled up at either end of the sofa, unwinding before bed.
"Of course I do, babe. You thought it would be 'good luck' because of how pink it is," Keeley said, overemphasizing the air quotes. "Like I wasn't already half in love with you by then."
Keeley's teasing smile was irresistible. Rebecca leaned over and kissed her gently. The best part of living together was getting to kiss her girlfriend any time she wanted. They kissed, unhurried and luxurious, until Keeley's curiosity got the best of her.
"What about the cafe, babe?"
"Oh, yes. It's for sale," Rebecca said. "Do you think I should buy it?"
Keeley stared at her partner in disbelief. Rebecca had a way of treating grand -- expensive -- gestures as though she was picking up a gallon of milk at the shop. Rebecca raised a perfect eyebrow.
"What would we do with a cafe?" Keeley asked. "You gonna put on a little apron and take orders at the register? Make people their lattes?" She giggled, warming to the vision. She sat up straighter, settling her shoulders back and chin up in an emphasized impression of Rebecca's most badass work persona.
"Welcome to Rebecca's," Keeley began. She lowered her voice and adopted a posh accent. "Our special today is a champagne pastry. What can I get started- eiee!" Keeley screeched when Rebecca reached over and tickled her.
To escape the tickling, Keeley wormed her way into Rebecca's lap. From within the circle of her arms, she would be safer. She kissed the soft skin of Rebecca's neck, further distraction.
"I do not intend to work at the cafe, darling," Rebecca said. "Nor change it substantially. Clearly it needs to become a bit more... solvent. Mainly, I thought it would be a shame for it to close entirely."
Keeley made a soft noise of assent, but didn't interrupt.
"Actually, it could be a lovely little spot for a new queer hangout, don't you think? Both as an alternative to the whole club scene, and a place for more feminine people to be seen and embraced. Especially women, because you don't have to be butch to be queer." She paused, thinking. "We could have themed events, trivia nights, drag brunch perhaps."
Keeley was already typing notes into her phone, adding her own ideas as she went. They leapt into brainstorming. Idea after idea poured out, was met with additions and suggestions.
"Babe, this is a fucking fantastic idea," Keeley said when they had finally run out of new ideas. She stood from the sofa and met Rebecca in the middle of the living room. "I love it. I love you."
Rebecca's gaze was adoring. Soft around the edges. Keeley rested her hand along Rebecca's neck, fingertips gently wrapping around to her nape. Scratching her nails lightly against Rebecca's scalp, Keeley drew her down into a kiss.
