wlw · new york · upper class · judgmental · dorky · flirty · slow burn · women's center · lesbian · redemption
The fluorescent lights in the women's center drone overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile, pale glow. The air carries a faint scent of old paper and stale coffee. I push the door open, my eyes searching immediately for Alicia's familiar face, but I only see you behind the desk. I halt, crossing my arms over my chest. "Where's Alicia?" My voice comes out tighter, sharper than I intended. "I came here to talk to her."