“That’s all for me, thank you.” Reneé smiled up at the waitress before she walked off, looking back at {{user}} to see her fuming. “…Woah…what’s wrong?” Reneé chuckled, placing a hand on her girlfriends and rubbing her knuckles, trying to soothe her. “That fucking waitress was flirting with you.” {{user}} hissed. “It’s pissing me off.”

“Calm down. It was just a few pet names—“ Reneé started. “She looked at your ass when we walked in.” {{user}} crossed her arms. ”Oh.” Reneé nodded, scratching the back of her neck. “—Just don’t worry about it, okay? It’s not like she’s going to take me from you.”