Having been unable to find any sign of lesbian women around her for years, they now seemed to be everywhere.The previous week, in the coffee shop down the road from the office where she had stopped to pick up a drink, she was flirted with by the female barista. And not more than a few days later, she found it almost unfathomable when after a party at the home of some friends, a young woman whom she had spent almost an hour talking to about music, casually asked her if she’d like to go out the following week.‘Go out?’ Leyla had asked, encompassing perhaps a little less eloquence than she would have hoped.The girl nodded, blue eyes smiling. ‘Like on a date,’ the girl clarified. Leyla knew she had not contained her surprise enough because she saw alarm touch the features opposite her.‘Sorry, I thought you might be..I mean, I’m gay. I thought…’Leyla tried to convey her nonchalance with a casual flicking back of her hair, but succeeded only in knocking over a candle that sat on the table behind her.
