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A week later, Bette walks into Tina’s office and Tina looks up at her from her desk as she enters the room.
(Tina) Bette, what the fuck, you can’t be here
Tina gets up and pulls Bette further inside her office, closing the door behind her.
(Tina) Senators don’t just wander around the New York Times office building. How did you even find my office?
(Bette) You’ve got a directory desk in the lobby
(Tina) Jesus. Senators don’t use those either. And particularly not to find the political editor! How do you think this looks?
(Bette) I don’t know, like my girlfriend won’t answer my calls and I want to talk to her
(Tina) Bette, I absolutely cannot have this conversation with you here
(Bette) OK, but somewhere?
She looks at Tina with pleading eyes.
(Bette) We can’t leave things like that. Please at least have a drink with me, there are things to say
Tina looks at her for a moment.
(Tina) God I don’t know what I’m doing encouraging this behaviour, but fine. I can meet you for a drink tonight. Now would you get the fuck out of here?
That evening, a quiet bar. Tina sits at a tucked away table with two glasses of wine in front of her. Bette walks in and makes her way over to her, standing by the table for a moment looking down at her.
Tina looks up at her and sighs, giving her a reproachful look.
(Bette) I’m sorry about today, I know it was out of line
(Tina nods) Yes, it was
They silently look at each other for a moment.
(Tina) But I’m not going to tell you off again
(Tina) You’re upset
She looks up at Bette for a moment.
(Tina) I’m upset too. I don’t think it’s the worst idea to have a calm conversation about all of this
Bette looks back at her.
(Bette) You mean about ending it
(Tina sighs) Yes, I do Bette. Sit down and have a glass of wine with me
Tina pushes the second wine glass by its base closer to Bette, who takes a seat opposite Tina at the small table, picking up the glass and taking a sip.