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Brooklyn – Bushwick Friday evening – Brenda’s apartment
As she entered the restroom, Bette was mesmerized seen the almost naked body of the beautiful blonde, she was aware that the door was unlocked, she heard voices behind her, so, she decided to lock the door; for some reason, she didn’t want others to see the exposed body of the blonde.
Tina: (turning to the door) “okay, Kate, I told you, I don’t do relationships…”
Bette: (smiling) “neither I do…”
Tina was astonished seeing Dr. Porter smiling facing her, how this girl got in the restroom with her?
Tina: (trying to cover herself with her clothes) “what are you doing here?”
Bette: (confidant with her arms crossed) “hi…, I asked Brenda for the restroom, to wash my hands, the door was unlocked and I entered…, sorry if you were expecting someone else”
Tina: (blushing) “eh…, I wasn’t expecting anybody”
Bette: (raising her brow) “hmm…, what are you doing here almost naked with the door unlocked?
Tina: “oh shit, I forgot to lock the door, I just came to clean my blouse and my pants, Kate was drunk and spilled a cocktail on me…, I don’t like that smell in my clothes”
Bette walked passing her, to reach the little cabinet in the corner, she opened it looking for something.
Tina: “what are you looking for?”
Bette, who was crouched in front of the cabinet, stood up carrying an iron in her hands.
Bette: “this…, now, where is the ironing board?”
Tina was amazed, what this brunette is trying to prove?
Bette: (moving the board held by a hinge from the wall) “here it is”
The blonde was perplexed, she knew what was coming and she wanted to tease this girl.
Tina: “I can’t iron my clothes, they are too wet”
Bette: (smiling sarcastically to her, and taking some clean towels from a drawer) “you cover them with these and they’ll absorber the moisture”
Tina: “hmm, thank you”
Bette approached to where the blonde was, making her recoil.
Bette: (raising her hands) “whoa, I only want to wash my hands, have you done with the faucet?”
Tina: “eh…, yes, I’m gonna iron these”
Bette was washing her hands while Tina was using the iron, feeling, in silence, Bette’s eyes on her.