As he gazed at Sabrina, Tyrone found her incredibly alluring. He planted another kiss on her cheek and whispered, "How about joining me upstairs tonight?"

Sabrina met his gaze but replied, “I'm utterly spent. I'm going home to rest."

Pushing Tyrone away, she swung open the door.

Tyrone took a step forward, attempting to follow her.

Bang! The door slammed shut, leaving Tyrone standing there, bemused.

He touched his nose and called through the door, "Get some well-deserved rest, Sabrina. I'm heading upstairs."

When Sabrina locked eyes with Bettie after closing the door behind her, her guilt led her to quickly look away, steering the conversation in a different direction.

“Bettie, you're still up."

Bettie had been perched on the couch, on the verge of disposing of some trash when she heard the commotion outside the door. She peeked at the electronic screen, spotting the two figures locked in an embrace. She quickly retreated.

Looking at Sabrina, who was fraught with guilt, Bettie remarked, "I'll be heading to bed shortly. By the way, how's your foundation coming along? Have you found some free time recently?"

“What's going on?" Sabrina inquired. Observing that Bettie appeared to be unaware of her encounter with Tyrone moments earlier, Sabrina breathed a sigh of relief.

“My father insists on setting me up on a blind date. He's threatened to kick me out of the house if I refuse," Bettie grumbled as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"When's this date?" Sabrina inquired.

"It's at the Sunset Bar the day after tomorrow."

Sabrina furrowed her brow and inquired, "A bar? Isn't it a bit odd to have a blind date at a bar?"

Bettie responded, “You find it strange as well? I had a hunch that he might not be a good person."

Glancing at her phone, Sabrina agreed, “Alright, I'm free that day.

I'll accompany you."

Bettie breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, we'll leave as soon as I see that guy. Thankfully, you're with me. Otherwise, I wouldn't know who to talk to."