Tina shakes her head. “Of course she is.”

Bette pops another fry into her mouth, then looks at her. “How’s your day going?”

Tina groans, leaning back slightly. “Frustrating. This dumbass movie my boss is so fixated on may actually bankrupt the damn place.”

Bette lifts a brow. “Really?”

Tina exhales. “Well, not really, but close. I’ve tried talking him out of greenlighting the shit, but today he pretty much came right out and told me to fuck off, so…” She shrugs. “I guess I’m really gonna have to have a hand in making this damn thing.”

Bette’s brows shoot up. “He told you what?” She immediately looks around, scanning the lot. “Where is this son of a bitch? Point him out…”

Tina giggles, grabbing another fry. “Baby…”

Bette shrugs. “What? I’m serious.”

Tina smirks. “I know you are. And I appreciate it, but I’ll be fine. I can handle this place.”

Bette’s expression softens, pride settling in. “I know you can… but maybe he needs to be made aware that I will gladly take this suit jacket off and beat some ass.”

Tina laughs again, shaking her head as she wipes her mouth with a napkin. She then curls her finger, beckoning Bette closer.

Bette doesn’t hesitate. She stands, moves around the table, and sits in the chair right beside Tina, pulling Tina’s chair gently between her legs.

Tina cups Bette’s face, her expression soft but intense. “I love you so fucking much. You know that?”

Bette smiles, nodding. “I do. And I love you,” she whispers.

Tina leans in, peppering soft kisses across her lips.

Bette smiles into it, letting out a low, pleased sound. “You taste amazing.”

Tina giggles, giving Bette’s bottom lip a playful nibble before leaning in close, voice dropping. “Do you have to leave right this minute?”

Bette shakes her head, nuzzling her nose against Tina’s. “Hell no.”

Tina smiles, eyes flicking with intention. “You wanna head to my office for a minute?”

Bette grins. “Hell yeah.”

Tina grabs her phone, already dialing. She lifts it to her ear. “Dena…. get a cart and come pick us up from the courtyard.” She hangs up and looks back at Bette, smiling as she points at her. “When Dena gets here, just try to stay out of her line of sight so the girl doesn’t mistakenly drive us into a wall or onto a live set.”