Bianca comforts Fina after criticism of her photographs

Hi, beautiful. May I? Of course. What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in Madrid today.

I was hoping my battle buddy would invite me to dinner, so I came.

Mmm. I heard you were only in the room for a very short time.

I didn't see you. You left. Yeah, I didn't stay very long, honestly.

Hey, what do you know about Vicente Sastre?

Because he left looking pretty unhappy. Yeah, yeah. I know, I don't know.

I have a feeling he really, really didn't like my work.

I don't know what it was, but he said nothing.

No, no, no, Bianca, stop, stop. It's my photographs he didn't like.

What? How do you know that? Because a friend of mine heard him ranting.

What did she hear? What did he say?

Look, Bianca, I wish I'd listened to you, you were completely right.

Nobody likes my photographs, Neither the critic nor most of the people who see them.

Nobody understands what I wanted to express.

Nobody. There are a few exceptions, but…

Well, Flaki, I don't know. If that's the case, I don't know, my love, I don't…

Maybe you can learn from this, right? A lesson for next time.

If there is a next time, Bianca. And do you know what makes me saddest?

That I can't stand it.

It's that I ruined your exhibition because of my own stubbornness.

No. That's it. No, my love, my paintings are there, you didn't ruin anything for me.

That's it, forget it. Let it be whatever it's meant to be. You know what?

I should have, uh, complemented your work instead of trying to find that more artistic side of mine and wanting to show it.

Wait, because I think… No, you felt strong in that moment, it's normal, it's logical.

I don't know. That's it, forget it. That's it. No, it's not good for me.

Move on, yeah. No. Move on. I've lowered the level of your exhibit, but all the way down.

And now I'm, I'm really worried about the critics, what they might say. What are they going to say?

What are they going to say? They're going to tear me apart.

But—what if they tear you apart too? I mean…

What are they going to tear you apart for?

What are they going to tear me apart for?

Don't worry. Flaki, it's your first exhibition.

That's it, okay? Maybe this will help you later on, so you can take advice better, learn things, but— It doesn't matter, because I don't know if I'll be able to exhibit again.

Come on. Of course you'll exhibit, you'll get sick of exhibiting.

Maybe people aren't constantly looking at your photos under a microscope, and people will look at the paintings, they'll enjoy themselves, that's it.

And it's a chance for you to get some experience as an artist.

So, relax a little. Take it down a notch.

You did something very important, which we haven't mentioned, and it matters.

You stood up for an idea. Even if you were wrong, you put it forward.

And that means a lot, Fina. So please, look at me.

Head up, be proud. You have to be proud.

Thank you, Bianca. Really. Thank you for trying to cheer me up.

But I'm not proud. Well…