Slide 3: Blind
"I don't know how to make coffee." He groaned, looking desperately up at the woman perched on the edge of her (technically sortof their) desk. She grinned, looking so much younger than the age she was supposed to be and incomprehensibly young when you thought of how old she really was. He buried his face in his hands. "Helen…" He rarely called her by her given name, avoiding that measure of closeness. She had no such restraint.
She laughed lightly, leaning over the desk towards him. He lifted his head and decided a moment later it probably hadn't been the best idea. "William, dear boy…" Her hands were braced against the surface of the desk and she was teasing him again, playing that British accent against him. He blushed and she laughed delightedly, sitting up again. "You'll be fine. I have a friend there who will train you and then you can provide the necessary support to the family moving into that neighborhood."
And that was that. It always was with Helen.