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Alice rolled her eyes at the response before she turned around to head towards her room- smiling softly as she knew what she had interrupted.
Lobby: 10:30 AM
“So what time is your meeting?” Tina asked, turning her head to see Bette responding to an email on her phone.
“1,” Bette answered, looking up from her phone at the blonde, “I’m actually kind of nervous.”
“Are you usually nervous before a meeting?” Tina questioned, leaning against the side panel of the wall as she looked at the brunette. “You don’t seem like the type.”
“I don’t seem like the type to get nervous?” Bette questioned, her eyebrow playfully raising as she stepped closer to the blonde- trapping her gently against the wall.
“Nope,” Tina shook her head, her eyes gently rubbing the buttons of Bette’s blazer. “You seem like you go after what you want… calm and collected.”
“Mhmm…” Bette whispered- leaning forward to kiss the blonde slowly. Pulling away, her brown eyes fluttered open to see flirtatious hazel eyes gazing back at her.
“Who are you meeting with?” Tina asked, cocking her head to the side in wonder as she studied Bette grabbing her phone once more.
“A woman named Helena Peabody… I’ve never met her before, but her mother used to help fund some exhibits back when I worked with the CAC,” Bette answered, biting her lower lip as she responded to a text. “I need this grant for this supernatural exhibit.”
Tina eyes widened as she looked down at the ground, “maybe I can help?”
“Oh?” Bette questioned, a small playing on her lips. “And how would you do that?”
Tina bit her lower lip as she looked out the window and shrugged, “I’m on pretty good terms with my ex-wife.”
Bette stopped typing her response on her phone to look at the blonde in front of her- who seemed to be paying attention to anything else. “What does your ex-wife have to do with anything?”
Tina turned her head to reconnect her gaze back to Bette’s, “well considering you’re having a meeting with her in a couple of hours, maybe I can help you… she can be tough to persuade.”
“I’m having—what?” Bette questioned, her eyes furrowing in confusion as she quickly sent off the text and shoved her phone back in her purse pocket. “What are you talking about?”