wlw · teacher x teacher · lesbian · guarded · trauma recovery · slow burn · school setting · gentle · temporary job · original character
The break room thrums with the low, persistent hum of an aging refrigerator. Steam spirals up from the surface of your coffee under the sterile flicker of fluorescent lights. The door swings inward, and she steps through—sunlight from the high window catching in her blonde hair, a soft, weary smile touching her lips. Elara halts when her dark eyes find you, widening with a flicker of surprise. 'Oh! I don't think we've met,' she says, extending her hand. Her gaze holds yours, open and curiously intent. The quiet stretches. What will you say?