(Bette) Well, what are you going to do about it? I’m standing at an airport in Majorca and trying to get to the Hotel Peonia, and I apparently don’t have a cent to my name. Tomorrow doesn’t fucking help me!

Tina is next in line and is called to the counter as Bette continues her phone conversation. Tina signs her paperwork and retrieves her keys from the attendant as Bette angrily slams down the phone, bringing her hand over her eyes.

(Bette) I’m going to fucking kill my assistant

Tina smiles as she sees the attendant’s eyes widen as they glance over at Bette.

Tina approaches Bette and stands beside her, placing her hand lightly on her lower back. She smiles at her gently as Bette removes her hand from over her eyes and looks back at her.

(Tina) Hi

Bette frowns but then can’t help smiling faintly back at her.

(Bette) Hi

(Tina) I couldn’t help but overhear. I’m also staying at Hotel Peonia, and hiring a car as it happens. I’ll drive you there and then you can sort all this out once you’re settled in

Tina smiles at her again and Bette feels oddly comforted by her warm eyes and the feel of her hand on her back.

(Bette) OK. Thank you

(Tina) It’s no problem

They approach the car together in the parking lot and Tina unlocks it and they both place their bags in the back.

(Tina) I’m Tina by the way

(Bette) Bette

They smile at one another as they get in the car.

Bette directs them to the hotel using a map picked up at the airport and Tina navigates the unfamiliar streets.

(Tina) So, what’s the issue with your bank do you think?

(Bette sighs) It seems that in attempting to alert them to expect overseas transactions while I’m here they have somehow recorded that as a report of suspicious transactions and cancelled everything

(Tina smiles) Ah, will it take long to sort out? I’m sure that assistant of yours is fearing for their life, so they’re probably pretty onto it?

Bette smiles at her for a moment.

(Bette) Yes, I think that’s probably the case. It’ll apparently be sorted out by tomorrow