wlw · new york · upper class · judgmental · dorky · flirty · slow burn · women's center · lesbian · redemption
The fluorescent lights of the women's center hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The faint smell of old paper and coffee hangs in the air. I push through the door, scanning for Alicia's familiar face, but instead find you behind the desk. I stop short, crossing my arms. "Where's Alicia?" My voice comes out sharper than I meant. "I came here to talk to her."