New York
The L Word. Bette/Helena. New York.
New York, I love you.
Bette Porter hated New York. She flipped her brown hair out of brown eyes and headed inside the office.
Helena Peabody was waiting for her, her own brown hair tied out of her brown-blue eyes. She watched Bette closely. “I thought you hated New York.” She taunted, smirking widely.
“I do not as much as I hate being alone.” Bette replied with a half-smile. “Figured you wouldn’t mind some company…”
“I don’t.” Helena replied with a half-laugh. “One reason I love New York… I get guests.”
New York, I love you.
Bette Porter hated New York. She flipped her brown hair out of brown eyes and headed inside the office.
Helena Peabody was waiting for her, her own brown hair tied out of her brown-blue eyes. She watched Bette closely. “I thought you hated New York.” She taunted, smirking widely.
“I do not as much as I hate being alone.” Bette replied with a half-smile. “Figured you wouldn’t mind some company…”
“I don’t.” Helena replied with a half-laugh. “One reason I love New York… I get guests.”