Bette: (smirking) Flattered. Definitely flattered.

Tina steps aside to let Bette in, the tension between them crackling as the door closes behind her.

Bette steps into Tina’s room, taking in the vibrant and creative atmosphere. The walls are adorned with paintings and sketches, and a half-finished canvas leans against the desk. The air feels warm, intimate. Tina sits back on her bed, motioning for Bette to take the chair by the desk.

Tina: (playfully) So, what’s the deal, you show up at my door unannounced after what? Three hours of knowing me

Bette: (chuckling nervously) Yeah, well… I’m usually a little more composed than this.

Tina tilts her head, curious but not judgmental. Bette exhales, leaning forward in the chair, resting her elbows on her knees.

Bette: Look, I’ll be honest. I don’t usually do this show up at someone’s place, feeling off-balance.

Tina: (raising an eyebrow) Off-balance? That’s a new one.

Bette: (smiling faintly) It’s true. I don’t get attached. I keep things simple.

Tina listens carefully, her expression softening but staying cautious.

Bette: (looking up at her) But you, you’re different. The way you see the world, the way you talk about it it’s not something I can brush off. And it’s terrifying, honestly.

Tina studies her, sensing the vulnerability behind Bette’s polished exterior. She sits up straighter, her tone gentle but firm.

Tina: I appreciate the honesty. But I’m not looking to be some experiment for you, Bette. If you’re just here because I’m a challenge.

Bette: (interrupting) You’re not a challenge, Tina. You’re something I didn’t even know I was looking for.

Tina pauses, her guard slowly lowering as she sees the sincerity in Bette’s eyes. She lets out a small laugh, more out of nervousness than anything.

Tina: Ok…, now you’re starting to sound like a lawyer giving a closing argument.

Bette: (smirking) Bad habit. But I mean it. I don’t want to mess this up. I want to get to know you the real you. And I want to take things slow, if that’s okay.

Tina smiles softly, leaning back on her bed and crossing her legs.

Tina: Slow sounds good. I’m not exactly a rush-into-things kind of person either.

Bette nods, visibly relieved. The tension in the room eases as the conversation flows more naturally.