Though things with Sam had gone down with a lot less dramatic input than Tatum had expected, she still felt anxious as she waited for Mackenzie to come and meet her. They had pre-arranged things, sort of, as in she had at least told the blonde what her plan for the evening was. Coming clean with Sam, and hopefully getting to have a stupid slow dance with the tall blonde shortly after that. She wasn't much of a dancer, but it was sort of a special occasion. It was a big step, and her heart was still racing. She had only told Sam, it brought the total of people who knew she was gay up to a grand total of about three, but it still felt like a big step.
She was single, and she wasn't going to go running. She wasn't going to stay single long, but it wasn't going to be like every other time. Just that thought made her knees feel like they were trembling.
Waiting on the dance, and on Mack, Tatum had found her way outside and over to where other people were standing in scattered clusters and smoking. Not too far away from the entrance of the dance, close enough that she would see the other girl if she came approaching, the redhead began to fish around for her cigarette case and lighter.