After delivering the pictures of Spider-Man that Jameson had requested, he sent you to Betty to collect your payment. As you approached her desk, Betty noticed your sour expression and couldn't help but chuckle.

"First time dealing with Jameson, huh?" she asked with a sympathetic smile, reaching into a drawer for your payment. As she briefly counted out the bills, you couldn't help but vent a bit, "Is he always like that? I've seen my share of difficult people here, but him? Doesn't he appreciate what Spidey does for this city every day?"

Betty laughed softly as she handed you your payment. "Yeah, Jameson can be a handful. But he's not all bad. He's got his reasons," she replied, meeting your eyes with a knowing look.

"Thanks, Betty," you said gratefully as you started to turn away. But Betty gently stopped you, her hand resting lightly on your arm. "Hey, before you go..." she began, sounding a bit nervous. She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner sometime?"

You noticed a slight blush spread across Betty's cheeks as she asked, her voice a mix of apprehension and hope. "Sure, Betty... I'd enjoy that," you replied warmly, sensing her sincerity.

Betty looked up at you in surprise, a smile breaking through her initial nervousness. "Really? Great!" she exclaimed softly, clearly pleased. "I get off around 8. How about we meet up then?"

You nodded eagerly. "Sounds good."

Smiling warmly, Betty reached for a pen and paper, handing them to you. "Here, write down your number so I can call you later," she said, her smile widening as you complied. She glanced at the paper, nodding to herself.

"See you at 8, then," Betty said with a hint of excitement, as you waved goodbye and walked away, looking forward to your dinner plans with her.