Title: The Hard Thing About Business
Author: Vesper (Regina)
Characters: Betty Suarez, Amanda Tanen, OMC
Summary: Betty's not trying to be anything but a good friend. Sometimes that means letting others live their own lives. 588 words.
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Notes: Title from, quote, "The hard thing about business is minding your own." FanSel wanted a story about Betty interacting with an FTM (female to male) character. This is a dialogue-only piece.
"Oh no. I thought you might have this reaction... I'm sorry. I - I didn't want to mislead you. I like you, can I just say that? I don't want, this, to get in the way of being friends."
"I - I don't know."
"I know, I know. I should have told you from the start."
"Mark, it's okay, but I just-that's much too complicated for me. Really. My love life is a mess and I don't think-. I mean, thanks. I'm flattered, really."
"Yeah. I get it. I'm a little too much woman for you."
"Ouch. Well, that's one way of putting it."
"No, no. It's...my problem, not yours."
"Can we still...I mean, hang out with me. You're a great friend. I don't want to lose that."
"I - Of course. I can do that."
"You mean it?"
"I do. I do mean it."
"Not now, Betty."
"You were just talking to Mark."
"No, I wasn't."
"No, not that Marc."
"Oh, that Mark. Yeah, what of it?"
"Just spit it out, Betty. I don't have much time before lunch."
"It's ten o'clock."
"Whatever, Amanda. Just tell me you're not considering dating him."
"Ohhhh. You know something. Did you get some good dish when you had drinks with him? Come on. Tell me!"
"I...can't. Oh, don't give me that look."
"You cannot string me along like that."
"Sorry, Amanda. I need to talk to Mark first."
"Fine. Hide your little secret. I'll find out some way. You know I will."
"Don't even try."
"Yeah, yeah. Ooo, lunchtime. Want me to bring you back anything?"
"No, thanks. Just-. See you, Amanda."
"Mark, uh, Mark, can you hold up just a second?"
"What is it?"
"I, uh. Oh, this is so awkward."
"More awkward than the time I asked you out on a date?"
"Just, just by this much."
"Come on, you can ask me anything you want. Oh, I even think I know what this is about. Amanda, right?"
"Ye-eah. How'd you know?"
"Give me a little credit. So what do you want to know?"
"Are you...seeing her?"
"And if I was?"
"Please, please, please don't be cagey with me."
"Fine. I like her."
"You know, that worries me, I mean, apart from the whole...and, forget it, that's just going to come out more wrong. I, um..."
"Something tells me you want to say something else."
"Can I tell her? She, well, she's even worse at her love-life than I am, if you can believe that."
"Betty, I get that you're concerned, but don't you think that should be between her and me?"
"I... You know what? You're right. I shouldn't even be butting into this. Amanda's a big girl. And I just need to stop talking now. Too many wrong, I mean-"
"I get it. Nobody wants too much information, do they?"
"Yes, exactly. I'm going to go, back to my desk, and slowly die, like a fish. Out of water. Of embarrassment."
"If it'll make you feel better."
"Mark, you know I was just trying to be a good friend, right?"
"Yes, I know. Thank you. Um, I have a thing...and didn't you say you had to go die at your desk?"
"Right. I'll go do that. And, I hope it goes well for you, you know."
"Thanks. I appreciate it. Take care, Betty."
"Amanda. Have fun with Mark tonight."
"I always have fun with Marc."
"Mark Piperton, Amanda."
"Oh. Yeah. That's confusing."