1. Lunchtime

Los Angeles, California

Offices of Spencer Publications

The soft clearing of a throat caused Karen Spencer to look up from the stack of reports in front of her. Her whole face lit up when she saw who was standing in the doorway. "Hi love!" she exclaimed happily, tossing her pen aside and springing out of her chair. "This is a pleasant surprise!" She hurried across the room, carefully removing the tray of coffees and the sack of food from her wife's arms and setting them on the desk.

Danielle shrugged her purse from her shoulder, placing it on the small table near the door. Smiling, she responded, "well, the way you were grumbling about the mound of reports you had to work through, I was worried that you might decide to skip lunch. So I figured I'd better bring lunch to you."

Karen chuckled ruefully. "It's scary sometimes, how well you know me."

Danielle grinned as she unpacked their lunch, two containers of fruit salad, along with forks and napkins. "Well, I've had over twenty years to observe you," she remarked, "and yet, I feel as though I still have a lot to learn."

While they ate, Danielle filled Karen in on the interview she'd conducted that morning for an article she was writing. "I think his ego is even more inflated than your brother's, and I didn't think that was even possible!" she declared.

Karen smirked. "Don't ever let Bill hear you say that someone's ego is more inflated than his," she advised, laughing. "He won't take it well. You know he has to be the best at everything."

Danielle chuckled as she gathered up their trash, tossing it in the waistbasket underneath the desk. "Well," she said reluctantly, "I guess I'd better let you get back to work. Besides, I need to get home and finish this article, so I can stop stressing over it!"

"You shouldn't stress over it anyway," Karen chided gently. "Honey, you're an extremely talented writer, and this article is going to be amazing, just like every other article you've written."

"Thank you," Danielle murmured, blushing and smiling shyly at her wife's praise.

Karen reached out, pulling the younger woman into a tight hug. "I love you so much," she breathed against Danielle's neck.

"I love you too," Danielle responded, returning the embrace and kissing the top of her wife's blonde head.

They held each other close for several minutes before reluctantly pulling apart. Danielle slung her purse over her shoulder as Karen said, "I'm glad you stopped by, and thanks for lunch."

"No problem," Danielle replied, pulling Karen in for one more quick hug and a tender peck on the lips. "I love you, and I'll see you later."

"I love you too. Hopefully I'll only be here for a few more hours."

Danielle smiled and waved as she breezed out the door, heading for the elevator. Karen watched her until she was out of sight, then returned to work, a contented smile remaining on her face for the rest of the day, despite the seemingly endless amount of paperwork.

The End