A red tornado

Lana still isn't quite sure how this had happened. Somehow this vacation had gone from a pleasant suggestion to a reality. As she reclines and sips her wine, she can't decide how she should feel. Relaxation is what she wants, and she's there to a good extent, but how relaxed can she afford to be around this particular woman? She's comfortable enough with herself to acknowledge the attraction she feels. She lets herself dance close to that line between the lighthearted conversation and outright flirting, never crossing it, but that line is getting more and more thin, harder to determine. It worries her a little, but not enough to ruin the mood.

Lana glance over at her companion with a soft grin. "I'm glad we decided to do this."