It all took Lisa thirty seconds to answer a question that’s being thrown at her by a raven haired woman.

“Excuse me,” she started as she stands on tiptoes, hands behind her back, blinking at the woman before her who was wearing a red flannel over a grey tank top, denim jeans and a pair of red sneakers.

“Yes?” Lisa asked, raising an eyebrow at the small woman in front of her, the woman’s raven hair has been tied in a bun, she was wearing a purple halter shirt tucked in denim shorts, and white branded shoes—her eyeglasses were perched up as she stared at her hazel orbs.

The cat-eyed like woman stood on her ground and gulped before speaking, “Are you gay?”