'Oh my gaylord.'

Bernie flinched, she wished Fleur wasn't so loud. Personal office walls couldn't contain her.

'You've been having wet dreams over her?'

'Not quite. And stop saying it like that.'

'Well I don't blame you. I'm going to Google her.'

'Don't.'

'Best way to disillusion you otherwise you'll waste your time mooning over someone who doesn't know you exist.'

Fleur was delighted by Bernie's confession. She'd weaselled it out of her thanks to last night's listen, a scandalous Janet Jackson song. Of course she'd figured it out but for once, she was being discreet. Her co-lead was so far in the closet she was halfway to Narnia. And Mr Tumnus wasn't her type. Fleur had a soft spot for Bernie. She was a great manager but difficult to get to know. It had taken ages to find out that she was divorced with kids and she sure as hell didn't have a girlfriend. She barely had a life.

'I'm going to do it.'

'Oh God.' Bernie covered her face with her hands. She'd regretted agreeing with Fleur when she'd commented on last night's show in that tone of voice. What possessed her to do that? Fleur had looked at her with glee and asked her what she'd been thinking about at that point. And Bernie couldn't lie. She was a terrible liar. This was why she avoided talking to people in general.

'Something I should know?'

'No.' She could feel herself blushing.

'You're crushing on her.' Fleur's grin was wicked.

'No! Not really.'

'Oh Bernie, it's fine! I love fancying people on their voices. It's like a blind date.'

Bernie started getting up, unable to face Fleur's mirth.

'Sit back down! You think I didn't know? I wanted you to tell me yourself. Now you have. There's nothing wrong with being one of us.'

'I don't…really fancy people.'

'That's because you're repressed.'

'No, Fleur. I just don't. I find it very difficult.'

'You haven't met the right person yet. Being married to a man is no fun.'

Bernie motioned with her head, neither confirming or denying.

'Which woman stole your heart and broke up your marriage?'

'It wouldn't have worked out. And I broke up the marriage' she muttered.

'Hmmmmmmm.'

'What?' Bernie uncovered her eyes quickly.

'Well, you might be in trouble.' Fleur was frowning.

'What do you mean?'

'Well you'll have to fight me for her.'

Fleur held out her phone to show her the result. 'You were eager to know.' Her smile of glee made Bernie growl in annoyance. So smug. She glared at her and took the phone. Looked at the Google search and felt her heart flip. Fleur watched her expression change and felt satisfied in being right. The messy haired mop of a lesbian really did fancy a radio presenter. Bernie saw a face of someone her age with sparkling eyes and wavy dark hair. It looked shiny and soft and Bernie imagined running a hand through it and leaving it messy.

She was in trouble.