As Nicole mindlessly taps her pen against the podium, humming that same song that's been stuck in her head for the past hour, she looks out into the lobby to see more bodies trickling in.

It seemed to be another typical Friday morning at the Tucson International Airport. And while things appeared to be rather slow right now, Nicole knew it was only a matter of time before the checkpoint got super busy.

In the past 8 months that Nicole had worked at the airport as a Transportation Security Officer, she had gotten accustomed to waking up at 3 in the morning to get ready for work, while the rest of the world was sound asleep in their comfy beds (or still out partying, depending on the day of the week). She got used to the number of countless friends from college that loss touch because she was 'too busy' to go out and get a drink with them.

It's not that Nicole didn't want to go out and catch up with old friends; her schedule just didn't allow her to.

Being the responsible adult that she was, Nicole usually went to bed around 9 PM; 10 at the latest. She had a very important job and making sure that she allowed her body to get enough rest was a crucial part of that. Because she worked the weekends (with her off days being in the middle of the week), that meant that Nicole wasn't able to just go out and drink the night away like she may have done back in her collegiate days.

And to be honest, she didn't really mind it that much.

Sure... her old college friends were used to the old Nicole that was the life of the party and stuck out like a sore thumb because of her height and ginger hair; but... people change. People grow up and more important things than having a hangover after a night of too much drinking take priority.

Nicole had a good, steady federal job now; she's was doing something with her life.

So, if that meant that her 'friends' got all pissy when she constantly told them that she couldn't go out with them on the weekends... then maybe they weren't such great friends after all.

And for the very few friends that actually understood and made time to hang out with Nicole when both of their schedules allowed it... Nicole felt that that was all she needed.

As the next few minutes pass, the queue starts to fill up as more passengers make their way through the zigzag of stanchions.

Since Nicole was working on the TSA Pre-check lane and had less passengers to deal with at the moment, she decided to help check-in passengers from the standard lane. It's something she would've done anyways while her line was pretty much non-existent, but Lonnie seemed to be moving slower than a snail, so she decided to offer her assistance before her co-worker got overwhelmed with all of the restless passengers.

After helping Lonnie out for a solid five minutes, Nicole noticed that there were finally some people approaching the Pre-check lane. After finishing up with the last standard passenger, Nicole looked up to greet the next person... and that's when she felt it.

As her breath got caught in her throat, Nicole could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears at lightning speed as she laid eyes on the beautiful brunette standing 10 feet away. For it to be a little after five in the morning, this woman had the most radiant smile on her face as she patiently waited to be called up to the podium.

With her high-waisted jeans, cute top, and long wavy hair perfectly framing her face, Nicole was absolutely mesmerized by the goddess in front of her.

Oh, right... she's waiting for you, dumbass! Stop staring at the pretty lady and do your job! The redhead internally berates herself.

"N-Next..." Nicole stutters out hopelessly. She then takes a moment to gather herself before deciding to open her mouth again. "Good morning, ma'am."

As the brunette walks up to the podium, she hands Nicole her boarding pass and driver's license, still smiling like a bright ray of sunshine.

"Hi! How's your morning going so far?" The brunette happily asks.

Of course her voice sounds like an angel, Nicole thinks to herself.

"It's not bad so far," the redhead manages to say more smoothly with a smile of her own. "How 'bout yours?"

"It's great!" She replies enthusiastically. "I don't get to travel a lot, so it's nice to get away for a little bit."

As Nicole nods along, she can't help but smile a little wider at the brunette, revealing her cute dimples. The positive energy radiating off from this woman was just so contagious.

"I bet..." Nicole says as she looks at the destination on the boarding pass. "Plus, you're going to Florida so I'm sure it will be nice to go to the beach and relax."

"We'll see... we're going for a wedding, so I don't know how much 'relaxing' we'll actually be able to do," the brunette says jokingly.

Nicole then looks behind the very intriguing woman to glance at the blonde whom was next in line.

"Is she traveling with you?" Nicole questions, trying her best not to get lost in the brunette's hazel eyes.

The brunette then looks back at the woman in question, throwing a thumb over her shoulder.

"Who, Chrissy?"

Nicole nods her head.

"I guess... I mean, she did give me a ride here. But I haven't been able to shake her since," she says playfully, making Nicole laugh.

"Come on up, ma'am," Nicole says as she waves the blonde forward.

"Geez, Waves! Thanks for leaving me back there," Chrissy says with mock annoyance. "I thought you forgot all about me."

Chrissy then looks to Nicole.

"Morning, Officer..." she begins to greet the redhead before pausing, studying the name plate attached to the right breast pocket of Nicole's uniform. "Is it Haught?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's an interesting last name. Very fitting too," Chrissy causally adds in.

"Chrissy!" The brunette berates her friend underneath her breath.

"What? You were thinking the same thing too," Chrissy replies, unapologetically.

A tint of pink starts to color the brunette's cheeks as she looks away from Nicole and mean-mugs her friend.

As Nicole glances back to her line, she sees that it's beginning to fill up. She had been so occupied with chit-chatting with the lovely woman in front of her that she didn't realize the increasing number of passengers gathering in her lane.

"I should check you out... in!" Nicole quickly corrects herself, becoming slightly flustered.

She was making a complete fool out of herself and she didn't know how to stop.

Soooo not professional, the redhead says to herself.

"In... I meant, I should check you in so you can be on your way," Nicole is finally able to say without tripping over her words.

As she checks off the brunette's name, the date, the airport code, and circles the gate number on the boarding pass, she scans it and sees the green light, telling her that the brunette is all set to head to the next part of the checkpoint.

"You have a really pretty name, Waverly..." Nicole softly says, testing the name out on her tongue as she hands the boarding pass and driver's license back to the brunette.

As their fingers briefly touch, Nicole wonders if the jolt of electrify she felt was for real or all in her head. She also wonders if Waverly felt it too.

Waverly bashfully smiles and ducks her head, whispering a quick 'thank you' before stepping aside so that Nicole could check Chrissy in. Once the redhead completes the same process, she looks at both of the women and tells them that she hopes they have a safe flight.

"Have a good day," is the last thing Nicole hears Waverly say before she and Chrissy make their way towards the conveyor belt to put their property through the x-ray.

After a deep breath, Nicole regains her focus and calls the next passenger up.

For now, she would have to try and forget about the beautiful angel she just met, knowing there was a slim chance that she would ever see her again.

As much as Nicole would've loved to talk to Waverly longer or ask for her number, she didn't. Now was not the time and this was definitely not the place for such an interaction.

Sometimes it really sucked being responsible and the ever consummate professional.

After about 15 minutes had passed, Nicole was relieved from the TDC (Travel Document Checker) position and went directly to the DO (Divestiture Officer) position. For the next 30 minutes, she constantly reminded the passengers on the Pre-check lane that they could leave everything inside of their bags and leave their shoes on, as long as they didn't alarm, etc...

Once she was relieved from that position, Nicole checks the rotation sheet and sees that it's time for her first break. In desperate need for some caffeine, the redhead sets her eyes towards the food court where the Starbucks sign is calling her name.

As Nicole takes a few brisk strides towards her destination, she stops dead in her tracks when she hears someone yell out 'Cole!'

Looking around, Nicole spots her friend Jeremy sitting at the Exit, monitoring the passengers and making sure none of them try to re-enter after they exit the sterile portion of the airport.

"What's up, Jeremy?" Nicole asks as she redirects her path of travel.

"Are you busy right now?" The Indian man asks, slightly squirming in his seat.

"Uh... I was about to take my 15," Nicole slowly says as she studies the man's strange behavior. "Jeremy... do you need to use the restroom?"

"God yes!" Jeremy exclaims. "I had some chili cheese fries that are not agreeing with me right now. Would you mind watching the Exit for a few minutes before I combust?"

Laughing lightly, Nicole nods her head and reaches her hand out for the two-way radio attached to Jeremy's belt.

"Thanks, Cole! You're the best!" Jeremy yells out as he bolts towards the restroom.

Shaking her head humorously, Nicole takes Jeremy's seat and watches the Exit.

After a minute or so goes by, Nicole feels someone approaching her from her left side (where the food court is located). As she turns her head, she's pleasantly surprised (and shocked) to see Waverly.

Unbeknownst to Nicole, Waverly had been affected by their short interaction just as much as the redhead had been.

Once she and Chrissy had made it through security, they found a table in the food court area and sat down, trying to decide what they wanted to eat for breakfast. Their flight didn't start boarding for another hour so they had plenty of time to kill.

While they sat there, Chrissy endlessly teased Waverly about the 'Haught' TSA officer that the brunette was clearly into, judging by the way her cheeks flushed every time her name was mentioned.

It had been a while since Waverly had dated anyone. Given the way her last relationship ended, Chrissy understood her best friend's reluctance to put herself out there again. Waverly was shy and a total nerd, but she had so much to offer. She had a heart of gold and deserved to have someone special in her life.

So when Chrissy saw a flash of red hair in the general vicinity, she decided to give her best friend a little encouragement.

"Look... you're Waverly freakin' Earp!" Chrissy says, starting her little pep talk. "You are the strongest and probably smartest woman I know."

Waverly looks away bashfully, never one to be good at taking compliments.

Chrissy then grabs her hand that was resting on the table to get her attention.

"I know that your ex screwed you up really bad and made you afraid to trust anyone new that comes into your life, but you can't let him win," the blonde continues on. "Over there is a chance for you to seize the moment; see what happens."

As Waverly looks to where her friend was pointing, her eyes widen as they land on the officer that had stolen her thoughts since their first contact. She then looks back at Chrissy, whom is looking at her expectantly.

"No. No no no. Nope, I'm not gonna do it," Waverly tells her bestie once she realizes what Chrissy was implying.

"C'mon... what's the worst that could happen?"

"Uh, she could reject me," Waverly says with a 'duh' expression.

"So what? If she's crazy enough to turn you down, then it's her loss," Chrissy explains, trying to ease the brunette's mind. "And chances are, you'll never see her again... well, unless you have to fly out again and she happens to be working that day…"

Waverly just stares at her best friend with an unimpressed look.

"Sorry, not helping..." Chrissy quickly apologizes, getting back on track. "My point is... sometimes you have to just take a risk, regardless of the possible outcome."

"How do you know she's not straight? Or in a relationship?" Waverly implores.

"Puh-lease... if those heart eyes she was giving you aren't a clear indication that she's into you too, I don't know what is," Chrissy adds in as an afterthought. "If you really wanna know, just ask her."

Waverly mulls over her friend's words for a moment, taking it all in, before making a decision.

"Ah, what the hell..." Waverly says as she abruptly stands up from the table. "Carpe diem, right?"

"That's my girl!" Chrissy responds enthusiastically, clapping her hands together. "Go get her, slugger."

Waverly plasters on a big smile to give the illusion that she's confident when she actually feels the exact opposite. Of course, Chrissy knows this and admires her bestie for being brave and at least trying.

With one last thumbs up from Chrissy, the brunette turns around and spots Nicole standing at the Exit doors, speaking to another officer. Once she sees the male officer practically sprint away in what appeared to be a 'bathroom emergency', Waverly takes a few deep, calming breaths before walking up to the redhead.

As if on cue, Officer Haught turns towards Waverly before she reaches the chair the redhead was now sitting in. With those dimples on full display, Waverly couldn't help but swoon and nearly lose all of her thought process as she stood beside this fascinating woman.

"Miss Earp... how can I help you?" Nicole confidently asks, trying her best to not let her giddiness slip out while her Southern drawl seeps out a bit.

Dimples and an accent! Jesus, this woman's trying to kill me! Waverly thinks to herself. Get it together, Earp!

After a moment of consideration, Waverly decides to just bite the bullet and dive right in.

"Well... I was hoping that you could answer a few questions for me?" She innocently inquires.

Thinking that these questions were going to be all work-related (although every officer at the Exit gets annoyed when passengers repeatedly asked them stupid questions like 'where's my gate' when it's circled right on their ticket), she decides to humor the beautiful woman.

With a nod of acknowledgement from the redhead, Waverly then proceeds to ask the following three questions:

1. Are you single?

2. Are you into chicks?

3. And if so, would you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?

Momentarily shocked by the inquiry, Nicole takes a few seconds to gather herself before meeting Waverly's hopeful eyes.

"Sorry... I'm just not use to women being so forward with me," Nicole eventually says.

"Well, when I see something I like... I don't wanna wait," Waverly replies in a low, sultry tone, surprising herself with her new found confidence.

Again, Nicole is taken aback.

"Damn! That sounds like something I would say," Nicole mumbles to herself, but it's loud enough for Waverly to hear, causing her to giggle. "But to answer your questions: yes... yes... and hell yes!"

Waverly smiles brilliantly and just as she's about to make some witty remark, they are interrupted by Jeremy's return.

"Whew! Thanks, Cole..." Jeremy sincerely states, taking back the two-way radio. "Things could've gotten really dicey."

"No problem."

"Who's your friend?" Jeremy asks.

"Oh... this is Waverly," Nicole says as she begins to introduce them, not missing a beat. "And Waverly... this is Jeremy, my best friend."

"Nice to meet you, Jeremy."

"Likewise," the Indian man replies as he shakes her hand. "Well, I'll let you get back to your break. Thanks again for covering for me."

Nicole just smiles as she and Waverly begin to walk away from the Exit. Not wanting to waste this opportunity, the redhead steers them off to the side so that they're not blocking the flow of passengers coming and going.

"Since I'm on my break, I was wondering... could I buy you a cup of coffee or something?" Nicole gently asks, not wanting to sound demanding. "By the way... I'm Nicole," she adds in, just realizing that the brunette didn't know her first name.

"Waverly..." she replies as she grasps the redhead's hand and stares into her soulful brown eyes. "It's really nice to officially meet you."

They hold hands a little longer than a normal introduction would last, but neither of them seem to mind. Figuring that Nicole would probably have to get back to work soon, Waverly is the first to break their physical contact.

"I could go for some hot chocolate," Waverly mentions. Smiling in return, Nicole leads the way towards Starbucks.

When they arrive at their destination, like usual, the line is extremely long. Thinking that it was going to take forever to order their drinks with the limited amount of time that Nicole had, Waverly was about to suggest that maybe they could get coffee another time... until the cute, Latina barista spotted the redhead.

"Hey Nicole!" The barista greets over the crowd. "You want your usual?"

"Yes, please!" Nicole greets happily. "And whatever my friend here would like."

The Latina then looks at Waverly expectantly, waiting for her order.

"Oh! I'd like a tall hot chocolate with soy milk, please."

"Coming right up."

"Thanks Rosita!" Nicole says as she hands the Latina a ten dollar bill. "Keep the change."

With a wink and a smile, Rosita punches in the order and puts the change in the tip jar while her co-workers start on their orders. As Nicole and Waverly walk toward the 'pick-up' area, Nicole can sense a little change in the brunette's demeanor.

"So... Rosita seems friendly," Waverly says after a beat, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. She knew it was ridiculous to get jealous over someone she literally just met, but she couldn't help it.

There was something different about Nicole. Maybe it was the kindness she saw in her eyes or how her limbs got all tingly whenever their hands touched. Maybe it was the way Nicole smiled at her or how the words leaving her mouth were so soft and gentle, like a secret just between them.

Although Chrissy's teasing might have been the catalyst for Waverly's sudden boldness, there was definitely something about the redhead that Waverly wanted to explore and get to know more of.

"She is. She was one of the first people I met — outside of my co-workers — when I started working here," Nicole states casually. "She's totally straight though... just in case you were wondering."

Waverly opens her mouth to object, but quickly closes it. There was no use in trying to deny what was obvious, especially since Nicole had picked up on it.

"Rosita is very friendly and flirty, but she's harmless," Nicole assures. "Jeremy is gayer than a unicorn in the middle of a pride parade, but she still flirts with him too. Endlessly."

This eases Waverly's mind as she giggles, but it also makes her feel a little silly.

"Sorry... I don't normally get all weird and possessive," Waverly tries to explain. "It's just been a really long time since I've done this."

"It's okay, Waverly..." Nicole genuinely states, appreciating her candor. "If I'm being honest... it's been a while for me too. In fact, I haven't even been interested in anyone..." She pauses briefly. "Well, that was the case, until I saw your beautiful smile..."

This time, Waverly can't help but swoon.

"Are you always this smooth with the ladies?"

"Me? No... not at all," Nicole chuckles out. "Maybe back in college when I had a little liquid courage in me, but definitely not now."

"I find that hard to believe, Officer Haught," Waverly teases the redhead as she playfully bumps her shoulder, seemingly challenging her. "I think you're quite charming."

Lowering her timbre, Nicole replies. "I could say the same thing about you, Miss Earp."

As hazel eyes bore into chocolate brown eyes, both women seem to feel a pull drawing them closer together. Neither one of them had ever felt a connection like this before, especially with a complete stranger.

As Nicole gently smiles at the brunette, showcasing those irresistible dimples, Waverly can't help but bite her lower lip.

But, before either of them could get too caught up in the moment, 'order for Haught' could be heard over the other voices surrounding them.

As Nicole grabs the two drinks, Waverly leads them over to the table where Chrissy was sitting, secretly watching their every move.

"Officer Haught! It's lovely to see you again," the blonde happily greets.

"It's nice to see you too," Nicole says with a smile. "And please... call me Nicole."

"Nicole it is."

"Shoot!" The redhead suddenly says. "I forgot the straws. Be right back."

As Nicole excuses herself, Chrissy looks squarely at Waverly, waiting for her to gush.

"Oh my God! Thank you so much for giving me the kick in the ass that I needed," Waverly praises. "We haven't gotten to talk that much, but I already wanna know more about her."

"That's awesome, Waves!" Chrissy exclaims. "Do you want me to make myself scarce?"

"No... I'm not gonna ditch you just because there's a beautiful woman that wants to talk to me."

"Trust me... you're not ditching me," the blonde says firmly, leaving no room for discussion as she stands from the table.

"You're not leaving, are you?" Nicole asks uneasily as she returns. "I hope it's not because of me."

"Don't be silly," Chrissy states with a wave of her hand. "I'm actually starving so I'm gonna go get some breakfast. You guys want anything?"

"I'm good with whatever, just as long as it's vegan," Waverly says with a grin.

"No thanks," Nicole politely declines, looking at her watch. "I actually have to get back in a few minutes."

"Ah, boo..." Chrissy says, a little disappointed. "Well, maybe next time. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again."

As Chrissy shoots a not so subtle wink towards her bestie, Waverly internally groans and facepalms. Meanwhile, Nicole just watches the interaction with a restrained laugh.

"I'll meet you at the gate, Waves!"

Waverly feels so embarrassed right now. She can't bear to look at the redhead.

"So... you're vegan?" Nicole inquires, trying to lighten the mood.

Waverly immediately looks up, seeing Nicole's kind eyes staring back at her. She feels relieved that this woman — for the second time in less than 10 minutes — knew just want to say to ease her mind when she felt like curling into a little ball and hiding from the rest of the world.

"Yeah. I have been since I was 15," Waverly replies. "My health teacher showed us a video of how meat is made; pretty much ruined it for me."

"Well, that seems like a pretty good reason," Nicole comments. "That explains why you don't eat meat, but what made you become a vegan as opposed to a vegetarian?"

"After I saw that video, I started reading more about it and watching other videos. Research is sorta my thing," Waverly adds in as she continues to geek out. Meanwhile, Nicole just leans in, listening intently to the brunette. "Anyways, seeing some of the harsh conditions these animals live in before they're slaughtered broke my heart. And learning about how cows are treated in order to get dairy products was a big turn off too. So yeah... I'm gonna stop talking now."

Again, Nicole just smiles at the brunette.

"I like that you're so passionate about this. It's very refreshing."

Waverly was surprised by Nicole's genuine interest, especially since most of her friends and family usually poked fun at her for her 'hippie lifestyle choices', not to mention her incessant rambling at times. And on top of that, the people she had dated in the past seemed appalled by the idea or barely remembered when they would go out to eat.

But Nicole was a breath of fresh air.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," Waverly instantly responds.

"Given everything that you just told me, when we go out on our date, you're not gonna be offended if I order a big, juicy burger… are you?" Nicole asks half-jokingly, half serious.

She really didn't want to upset Waverly or appear as though she was mocking her.

"No, not at all. I realize that most people don't share my beliefs... and that's okay," Waverly clarifies. "But that was really sweet of you to ask."

"Well... I'm really looking forward to our date," Nicole shyly states, not looking directly at the brunette. "The last thing I'd wanna do is come off as a jerk."

"That's very considerate of you. I wish more people were like that," Waverly responds. "Speaking of our date... we should probably exchange numbers, huh?"

"Yeah, for sure!" Nicole agrees as she pulls out her iPhone. "What's your number?"

After Waverly verbally gives the redhead her digits, Nicole sends her a quick text so that the brunette would have her number too. As she feels her phone vibrate and sees the new text message from an unknown number, Waverly smiles.

'Hey, this is Nicole' with a smiley emoji.

It was so simple, but totally cute.

Waverly then replied with her own 'This is Waverly' text before saving Nicole's number under her contacts (adding a flame emoji next to her name).

"So... how long are you gonna be gone for?" Nicole asks after putting her phone away.

"For about a week. The wedding's on Sunday, but Perry — the groom — wants us to stay for a few more days so we can all catch up before he and his new wife go on their honeymoon," Waverly explains. "Normally, it would be impossible to get a week off from work. For Chrissy too. But when Perry offered to foot the bill for our entire trip (despite our protests) and endlessly begged us to come, it was pretty hard to turn down."

"Wow... Perry must be rich," Nicole says, astonished by the generosity of Waverly's friend.

"Oh, he is. He works in cyber security. His name is even on the Forbes list," Waverly brags, proud of her friend for all of his success. "The wedding is at some crazy, expensive resort in Key Largo."

"So, basically... this free vacay for you is like chump change for him?"

"Basically..." Waverly agrees with a chuckle. "He said I deserved a 'reward' after the 3 years I wasted with Champ."

"Champ?" The redhead implores.

Waverly is confused by the question at first until she realizes that Nicole has no idea whom she was referring to.

"Super terrible ex-boyfriend," Waverly simply clarifies. "It's a long story... more like a second or third date kinda topic."

Nicole wanted to comment on this new information, but chose not to. The fact that Waverly was talking about them going on multiple dates in the future was enough to satisfy her curiosity for now.

As she takes another sip of her cappuccino, Nicole glances at her watch. As a heavy sigh leaves her mouth and the slight disappointment covers her features, Waverly concludes that their time together is coming to an end.

"Do you have to get back?"

"Yeah... but I still have a couple of minutes," Nicole replies, hopefully. "Maybe I could walk you to your gate? Would that be okay?"

Grinning back at the redhead, Waverly quickly answers. "I would really like that."

As they both get up from the table and grab their still full beverages, Nicole walks alongside Waverly until they arrive at gate B8. Not exactly sure how to say goodbye without it being awkward, both women appear to have come to an unspoken agreement.

"It was really great meeting you," Nicole softly says.

"Ditto. And thanks for the drink," Waverly replies with a smile, not quite ready to say goodbye. "I guess I'll see you sometime next week?"

"Yeah... definitely."

On a whim, Waverly takes a step into Nicole's personal space and places her free hand on the redhead's upper arm. She then rises on her tippy toes and plants the most delicate kiss on Nicole's cheek.

Nicole was definitely caught off guard by the action and couldn't help but to momentarily close her eyes as she felt the softness of Waverly's lips pressed against her skin.

When Waverly's feet are planted back on the solid ground, she lightly squeezes Nicole's arm before releasing it.

"Bye, Nicole."

"Bye, Waverly..." Nicole manages to get out, barely above a whisper.

With one last smile, Nicole reluctantly turns around and heads back towards the checkpoint. Waverly watches her walk away until she is out of sight. She then lets out a deep breath that she didn't know she was holding before she turns around and scans the crowd for Chrissy.

It doesn't take much effort to spot the blonde, seeing that she had observed the whole interaction and was currently grinning from ear to ear, wider than the Cheshire cat. Waverly playfully rolls her eyes before joining her best friend.

"So... I take it things went well?"

"Yeah..." Waverly says a little breathlessly.

Seeing the pure elation on Waverly's face, Chrissy can't help but be thrilled for her friend.

"You look quite smitten, Waves."

Waverly seems to be struggling with her words, judging by the multiple times she's opened and closed her mouth before actually responding.

"I don't know, Chris... there's just something different about her."

"I can tell."

"As much as I love Perry and am so freakin' excited for him, I really can't wait to get back home," Waverly says candidly.

"I bet," Chrissy simply replies. "Well, for your sake... let's hope that this next week is just so filled with fun that time literally flies by."

"That would be amazeballs!"

Nicole sails through the rest of her day with an unmistakable grin on her face. She can't stop thinking about Waverly and the prospect of seeing her again.

Although she doesn't want to seem overly eager (because, let's face it... she is), Nicole struggles with the idea of whether or not it would be too early to send Waverly a text. She was very familiar with the whole '3 day rule' and didn't want to possibly scare the brunette, but she also didn't want to pretend like she would be able to function properly and hide her feelings for the next 7 days.

After thinking about it long and hard, Nicole came to a compromise. She waited until the end of her shift and after she had gotten home and changed out of her work clothes to send Waverly a message.

Since she got off at noon and didn't arrive home until about 30 minutes later after stopping to get a quick bite to eat, Nicole figured that enough time had passed for Waverly to have arrived in Florida and get settled in.

It took Nicole several attempts before she figured out what to write. In the end, she decided to just keep it simple, but let the other woman know that she was thinking about her.

To Waverly: I hope you and Chrissy arrived at your destination safely.

Satisfied with the text, Nicole hit 'send' and put her phone down on the coffee table. She wasn't expecting to hear back from Waverly right away, or even the same day due to whatever wedding activities were planned before the big day. Nicole definitely didn't want to interrupt anything; that's why she kept her message brief.

Needless to say, she was pleasantly surprised when her phone chimed about a minute later with a new text message.

Truth be told, Waverly hadn't been able to stop thinking about Nicole either. She had toyed with the idea of sending the redhead a text when she and Chrissy had touched down in Florida, but then she voted against it. She figured Nicole would still be busy at work and wouldn't see the message until later; or worse... she wouldn't care, seeing that they had literally just met.

Instead, Waverly shot a text to her sister Wynonna and her Aunt Gus so they wouldn't be worried. After sending another text to Perry to let him know that she and Chrissy had arrived, Waverly put her phone in her purse and resisted the urge to constantly check it.

Waverly was happy to see Perry again at the lunch that had been set up later that afternoon. She was happy to see some of their other mutual friends that had been invited to the wedding as well, but if she was being honest, she was a little distracted.

To the naked eye, Waverly was perfectly engaging and smiled and laughed in all of the right places, but Chrissy knew better. Having known the brunette since they were in diapers, Chrissy saw all the signs that her best friend's mind was otherwise occupied.

"Why don't you stop torturing yourself and just send her a text already?" Chrissy conspiratorially whispers.

"You don't know my life!" Waverly whisper-shouts back. After receiving a pointed look from the blonde, she concedes. "Fine, maybe you do. I just don't wanna seem desperate, okay?"

"But, you are," Chrissy retorts with no hint of judgement.

"I totally am," Waverly agrees with a giggle. "I'm completely hopeless."

"You're not. You are completely adorable right now though," Chrissy teases as Waverly starts to blush. She then gets more serious. "It's okay to be excited about Nicole. Allow yourself to feel whatever it is that you're feeling and go from there. Trust your instincts."

After the weight of those words sink in, Waverly decides to throw caution to the wind and do what she's been wanting to do since the plane had landed earlier that morning.

"I knew there was a reason I keep you around," Waverly says jokingly as she stands up from the table, politely excusing herself to the ladies room.

Once she arrives, she places her purse on the counter next to the sink and retrieves her cell phone. Seeing that she had a few notifications from her Facebook and Instagram accounts, Waverly quickly looks through them as she thinks about what she wants to say to Nicole.

Just as she was scrolling through the last of her notifications, Nicole's name pops up under her unread messages. Instantly feeling like a giddy little school girl, Waverly doesn't hesitate to open the text and send her response.

To Nicole: We did! And thank you for checking. That's really sweet of you.

Deciding to trust her gut, Waverly types out another message and quickly sends it before she had the urge to chicken out.

To Nicole: To be honest, I wanted to text you earlier but I thought it may have been too soon. It's just... I can't stop thinking about you. Am I crazy?

There's a brief moment of panic when Waverly sees the three little dots on her screen, indicating that Nicole was typing her response, appear and disappear several times. Luckily, she didn't have to wait too long for the redhead to ease her mind.

And Nicole's reply is perfect.

To Waverly: Well... if you're crazy, then I am too. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either.

Then a few seconds later, another text comes in.

To Waverly: Is it next Friday yet?

To Nicole: Lol. No... not yet, unfortunately :(

To Waverly: A girl can only dream lol

To Waverly: I'm sure you probably have a really busy day ahead of you, but... would it be ok if I texted you later?

To Nicole: I would really like that.

To Nicole: Well, I should go. I'm at lunch with a big group and don't wanna seem rude.

To Waverly: My bad! I didn't mean to keep you from your friends.

To Nicole: It's fine. You didn't know. (Plus, I'm hiding in the ladies room)

Adding the 'shhh' emoji at the end of her text, Waverly smiled when she received Nicole's response, happy that the redhead got her sense of humor.

To Waverly: Your secret is safe with me ;)

To Waverly: But seriously... get back to your friends.

To Nicole: Fine... twist my arm. Lol

To Nicole: I'll talk to you later tonight.

To Nicole: And Nicole... thanks for texting me.

To Waverly: You're welcome, Waverly. Thanks for asking me out. I look forward to learning more about you.

To Nicole: Me too. And it was definitely my pleasure ;)

To Waverly: Have fun.

To Nicole: I'll try :)

With her last text sent, Waverly slips her phone back into her purse and washes her hands. She then exits the bathroom and rejoins her group of friends.

"Hey Waverly, you okay?" Perry asks, a little concerned since the brunette had been gone for a few minutes.

"I'm amazing!" Waverly answers with a bright smile before turning to Chrissy and shooting her a wink.

Chrissy laughs to herself, ecstatic that her best friend was genuinely happy.

As the rest of the day flew by, although she was completely exhausted from the flight and being on her feet non-stop, Waverly couldn't help but feel a burst of energy when her phone lit up with a new text from Nicole.

Author's Note:

Hey everyone!

So... I decided to take a short break from my Brittana writing and try something new. Don't worry, I won't be away from the Brittana fandom for long, but I wanted to dabble with another ship and bring you this short story featuring WayHaught.

Side note: You can all thank kp83 ;)

Now, for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, let me explain...

WayHaught is the pairing of Waverly Earp and Nicole Haught from the SyFy show Wynonna Earp. They are played by the lovely Dominique Provost-Chalkley and Katherine Barrell. Their on and off screen chemistry is incredible and really inspiring, so if you don't watch the show but are looking for a new couple to ship... WayHaught is it! Also, the show is filled with badass, smart, sexy women so... what more could you ask for?

This story will have at least one more chapter (if not two); I haven't decided yet. But after it's done, I promise I'll be back to Brittana, writing the next chapter for Quantico.

Again, thanks to everyone that still reads my stories. If you have some time, I would love to hear your thoughts. And if you enjoy this story, then I might be inclined to write more WayHaught stories in the future.

Happy Pride Month everyone!

Until next time!

Disclaimer: I do not own SyFy, Wynonna Earp, or any of the characters mentioned in this story. Emily Andras is a genius and I'm simply just borrowing some of her characters to entertain you guys.