Be Wherever You Are (фемслэш)

Max looked up into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Actually, the woman’s eyes matched her hair.
Aggravated, disgruntled, and just generally sick of people, Max takes to hiding in an almost empty bar in Portland International as she waits for a storm to pass. Turns out, this is one of her few good decisions. Definitely going to have to remember this one. For the food obviously.