The very long process in which Lisa figures out how to love herself and Jennie learns how to love Lisa.

One ring. Why am I calling her ? Two rings. Of course she's not gonna answer. It's three in the morning. Three rings. What am I doing? I should han- "Allô?" It's three a.m., after a night of clubbing, Lisa is stumbling down the streets of Paris with a pair of bloody heels in her hands. She has no phone, money or the capacity to speak the only language that could allow her to explain her situation to someone. When she spots a blue phone box, she inserts the mere spare change she has left and decides to call the only number she knows by memory: Jennie's.

Lisa Manoban moves in to her new condominium and accidentally meets her new neighbour in the most...unexpected way possible. More smut, a little angst, MAYBE a little fluff - mature content, don't run to your mothers complaining after. This is an original fanfic. I don't consent to plagiarising, repurposing, nor translating this work.