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cab fare and walk. The night was cooling off some, but the balmy air still coated my skin.
    I arrived at the restaurant five minutes late, which for someone with my track record wasn’t technically late at all. As I entered the restaurant, the smell of flame-grilled red meat captured my attention. I savored the anticipation of dinner as I realized just how long it had been since I’d had a decent meal out that didn’t involve occupying a child.
    I gave the host my party’s name and she directed me to a table flanking the bar area where the women from SheRawks! waiting on me. I walked to the table while cursing my ballet flats for making me walk like a dude.
    “Sorry I’m late, my GPS tried to take me to Cleveland,” I said, careful to exude confidence and charm.
    “We just got here ourselves,” said Joni, the CEO and founder of the company. “Make yourself comfortable while I introduce you to my fabulous partners.”
    I shrugged off my light blazer and hung it on the back of my chair, then seated myself at one end of the rectangular table, with Joni at the opposite end and two women on each side. The woman on my immediate left was introduced as Cassidy, the director of product development. She had an easy smile, sparkling green eyes and a mass of curly red hair.
    “Call me Cass. Everyone does,” she said before tilting a bottle of pale, designer beer to her lips.
    The woman between Cassidy and Joni, a heavy set woman with cropped blonde hair and an apparent love of tank tops, introduced herself while standing and offering out her hand.
    “I’m Vera, head of production,” she said, sliding a smile my way. Something twinkled in her eyes. It kind of felt like flirting.
    I offered Vera my best ambiguous smile in return.
    Across the table sat the Director of Sales, a confident thirty-something woman with a blonde bob and tailored clothing. Joni introduced her as Maggie, who nodded and smiled just as much as was polite, but no more.
    The woman to my right, who was so quiet I’d barely registered that she was there, was introduced as Ophelia, the Director of Marketing.
    “So, Claire did you have a successful first day?” Joni asked.
    “It was a long one, that’s for sure.” I nursed my glass of Merlot. “My heels were an inch shorter by the end of the day.”
    That elicited a round of laughs and I saw Maggie ease out of her all-business mode just a little.
    “It was great though. I got to meet so many interesting people on my rounds,” I said.
    We spent the next several minutes comparing our aching feet, the most interesting booths, and celebrity sightings. As a whole, the dinner was going well and we’d reached a point where we all began to relax and chat like old friends.
    I listened as Cassidy told of standing in the lunch line behind Alicia Keys. Vera chimed in with her short conversation with Sheryl Crow while waiting in line for the restroom. The way her eyes sparkled told me I might be right with my impression of Vera; maybe she did play for the other team?
    Perhaps it was the wine I’d started drinking, but my mind took a little vacation to ponder the mechanics of lesbian sex. I knew how things worked between a woman and a man, but without the obvious body part, what exactly did two women do?
    I felt myself blush a little as I realized where my mind was heading and I snapped back to the conversation at hand. Vera was still waxing poetic about Sheryl Crow, and I could see how someone might find her charismatic and fun to be with.
    Vera took that moment to wink at me, like she’d read my mind.
    But that someone’s not me , I thought, just in case she really could read minds.
    Our food had been delivered and we spent the next little bit stuffing our faces and talking very little. Once properly sated, I pushed back my plate so the waiter would take it away with his next pass.
    Maggie, the stoic sales director, pushed her plate away and looked pointedly at me. “So, Claire, do you play any