Taylor and Karen ate in silence.
It was so fucking awkward on Taylor's part that she was shaking. She shouldn't have come. She wasn't ready to make a damn fool of herself. Taylor was certain that she looked like an idiot sitting beside Karen.
Karen, when Taylor glanced at her, looked like a damn debutante compared to Taylor. Taylor was certain that she looked like a damn mess, her hair all over the place, her ponytail a mess, her clothes were askew. She didn't look like Karen who had her back straight, her movements composed and practised. Her short hair fell around her ears, so pretty and her every action was graceful.
Taylor felt like a gangly teen next to the other woman, her heart pounding in her chest and her actions janky. She looked and felt like an ugly duckling next to the other woman. It was a bit of a first for Taylor. She'd normally never felt like this when sitting next to another woman, even if she was attracted to them.
