It had been two weeks since Tiffany had first met Jessica. Two weeks since she last saw that enigmatic blonde.

Tiffany had soon accepted that she would probably never see the likes of the marvelous blind photographer ever again. Their performance scheduling was quite packed, not to mention the rehearsals and practices in between. Tiffany wasn’t left with much time to contemplate the loss of a possibly life-changing friendship amidst all the dancing, sweating, bruised feet, aching limbs, and more dancing and sweating.

But although Tiffany’s mind was not riddled by thoughts of the blonde, snatches of their one-day of knowing each other would inconveniently pop-up in the most random of moments, often ambushing Tiffany like a ravenous stalking tiger.

The first time it happened was three days after meeting Jessica. Tiffany was grabbing her morning coffee with Diana before heading to the theatre when the blonde barista making her drink had turned to flash Tiffany a smile. Tiffany had stared in shock as Jessica blinked into existence for the briefest of moments before vanishing as if she had never been there. And in reality, she hadn’t. But the effect on Tiffany was real, and quite immediate. Tiffany had yelped in surprise and her wallet slipped from her hands, scattering coins everywhere. The young girl had left the coffee shop red-faced, with a chortling Diana following close behind. Tiffany spent the rest of the day enduring teasing from her older colleagues about how one pretty smile from a pretty barista had made her ‘lose her ovaries’ as Diana had so nicely put it.

If Tiffany hadn’t been so flustered trying to get the image of Jessica smiling at her unseared from her brain, she would have been bothered by how her uality was being placed under teasingly good-natured questioning.

The second time had been even more dramatic and it had almost cost the production a flawless performance.

As she appeared as one of the court ladies for the costume ball in Act 3, Tiffany swore she spotted a hazy shadow in the darkened sidelines of the stage. The shadow had looked almost exactly lik