“Does he ever see her?” Bette asked, frowning. She couldn’t believe someone could be able to leave that cute little girl.

            “He phones… every now and then” she snorted. “Last time was a few months ago. He promised Angie he was going to come back”

            “And did he?”

            “Nope. She fell asleep waiting by the window”

Bette stared at her, Tina could see the fury in her eyes, “Fuck! He seriously needs to learn some lessons”

            “You can’t make someone to be a parent and you of all people should understand”

The brunette frowned, somehow she felt hurt by those words. “I just didn’t meet the right person, that’s all” she felt like giving her some explanations.

            “Look Bette, I don’t if you realize… she’s becoming very fond of you. I… I wouldn’t encourage it”

Bette’s head snapped as she turned to look at her, “Because…?”

            “Because you’re just passing through her life too” she said matter of factly, “I feel bad enough for putting her in this position, so please just let us do us job and leave, when it’s finished, with no hurt feelings. Alright?” she was almost pleading.

Bette cleared her throat, “Yeah, okay”

Tina looked at her, opened her mouth, she seemed to want to say something else but no words were uttered. She just made her way inside, leaving Bette there, thinking about what had been just said.

            A couple of days later, Bette and Alice were having a business dinner with Peggy. A waiter approached the table and handed the brunette a note. On the paper was written the name of who wanted to meet her as soon as possible, and she immediately knew who it was. She made her way to the bar and here he was a tall black man who she could surely define as Marcus Allenwood. The man smirked smugly and extended his hand. Bette shook it, without breaking eye contact. God knows who or what kept her from slapping him.

            “Does Angie know you’re here?”

            “No, but I’m going to tell her, but first I need to know what you are up to” he smirked.

            “I don’t know what you’re talking about”