imogen

“maybe you’re just more warm blooded than me, like, they have all those stipulations that gingers don’t have souls.” she rattled off with a smile, leading him down the side walk toward the restaurant. “honestly I could probably sport a dress and not even shiver right now. It feels like summer.”

“It was wild, my favorite by far has to be the Burger King one, though. Like he is just a gift who keeps giving, he was the only reason I watched American Idol that season.” She hummed, now relaxing into the memory of her visiting the school. She loved that day, meeting all the kids and even bringing goodie bags of little first aid things. Although they mostly used the cotton balls and wood craft sticks to make a mess of Joakim’s classroom, the day was a sweet memory. “Oh I recall, he was the one I put the bandage over his eye because he wanted to be a pirate, right?” Imogen chirped as she leaned one elbow against the table. “We might be a wee bit hypocritical, I mean I tell my patients all the time they shouldn’t be scared or worried, but i’m always scared and worried-- I just like to keep it as my job.” A pause as she took a sip from her tea, using a napkin to brush off what spilt on her. “Could argue something about you being a teacher, too... The argument just isn’t coming to me right now.”

she should have been cold, that much was obvious. but as imogen stood there beside ben in a light jacket and pair of skinny jeans she couldn’t help but smile at his offer. “no, i’m- it’s okay really,” she held her hand out before moving to place the jacket over his shoulders once more. “you, on the other hand... d’you wanna stop by the restaurant, get something warm in you?”

“There are some rock stars out there who I think are hilarious, Steven Tyler has the best commercials in history of commercials, hands down.” She rattled off with a bright smile, holding her cup close to her chest as she slowly backed up to one of the tables. Truthfully she planned to grab her tea and head home, but a piece of her felt like it had been too long since she last sat and spoke with the blond.. “Let him know he’s got a fan.” His question drew a heavy sigh as she fell into one of the chairs, splashing a bit of the hot tea back onto herself. “Ah, well, if you ask the shift manager the next three hours are my weekend.” Her tone playful, she had Saturday off, but she could still complain. “I believe this stain right here is from my second coffee last night, only way I can keep track.”

“I hold that title with pride and I won’t let my father know,” Imogen chirped, even dipped and cupped one hand under her chin as some sort of curtsy. “No disclaimer will save you now, sorry bub, you’re gonna have to carry this weight entirely on your own no cop outs.” Her smile still strong as she reached for her tea which finally made it’s way to her. God, she didn’t want to laugh, really, she didn’t. But as she ran the joke through her mind again her nose scrunched and a faint laugh was heard. “Okay, damn, that was- wow you’ve got yourself a little comedian on your hands. Please tell me you’re gonna sign him up for the comedy club.”

“oh god, what kind of unhealthy are we talking...” only imogen’s brain would dive into waters so murky, her smile returned after a moment of wading through the deep. “maybe it’s better we keep him tucked in the closet.” her eyes brightened as a genuine laugh left her lips. “oh my god, big time why I will probably never be a mother- that... I could never. Wildly enough I think I remember my mom trying something like that with one of my old bunnies. She said it’s in storage somewhere.” 

A nervous smile pressed against her features as a quiet laugh left her, brows knitting together as she listened to him closely. “Right, right- right.” She’s nodding along before reaching for her drink and taking a small sip of water. “So what you’re telling me is we need to go shopping for you, he’s so inconsiderate.” She was metaphorically tip toeing around the man, his words only validating that something was off. “You shouldn’t start your day off with an empty stomach.”

“Remind me again, who is Behemoth?” Imogen asked with a curious gaze, this wasn’t the first time she saw Tobias, usually their encounters came after a call from a concerned citizen. “Wasn’t an elephant, well, that’s good- at least he had the decency to not stomp through your kitchen.” She tried to keep a calm tone, but there was a flicker of concern in her gaze that she couldn’t control.

“Hey you,” Imogen repeated, her tone lightly mocking his words as she leaned against the counter. Still dressed in her scrubs from her late shift she was currently taking the only break she had until she was on call. “Oh boy,” she breathed, though her smile grew as she gently cocked one head to the side. “Lay it on me, chief. If I don’t laugh-- or get it, you owe me a drink,” a pause, “of my choosing.”

“you’re sparkling, baby!” imogen chirped with a bright smile, her gaze focused on the ring now as she looked it over. she wondered what it’d be like to have someone to fall in love with the way mads had with spencer, but that also unlocked a door she wasn’t all too comfortable with walking through quite yet. “smart answer,” she mused as she held her hand a little tighter, more of a comforting squeeze before she lifted her gaze to lock on madison’s. “I promise when she asks me later, I’ll report that you in fact said her name specifically. but I swear I’m not bugged.” Imogen smiled wider now as a quiet laugh left her lips. “I bet it’s where you’ll least expect it, honestly I would probably sleep with it like, to this day.”

people watching, imogen wasn’t quite sure why, but she always enjoyed just sitting back and watching the people around her exist. with her job she was always brought to the focus, having to assist with wounds, or securing patients, often checking them in. she just enjoyed being able to sit back and watch. taking notice of michelle walking into the cafe a warm smile pressed on her features, in an attempt to say hello without using words it wasn’t until she was approached did she realize the other didn’t even recognize her. bizarre, but, she could only assume it was the late hours, and the long story that fell from her lips. “hi, michelle,” she smiled, though there was a bit of confusion in her gaze, “have you slept, angel? we have shifts together... often,” cue her lesser lip to tuck between her teeth as she shook her head, long red locks falling to one side as she brought her warm tea with a splash of milk and honey to her lips. the temperature finally dropping as she looked to the other’s laptop. “I don’t really mind the baby vomit, it’s the other end I’m usually worried about.” a pause, “more work?”

“can I just say? you two are such a beautiful couple, and you’re literally always glowing.” imogen began with a bright smile, her eyes falling to the ring she had seen plenty of times before, one hand extending to take madison’s with ease to examine it closer. “like, honestly, i would totally wanna bask in this for as long as I can, but you gotta be excited about the bachelorette party, right? did you decide who the maid of honor is going to be?” there was a bright look in her gaze as she finally brought it back to madison’s. “oh I don’t think anything will ever trump that day, like, i remember i tried to win one and didn’t get it -- worst day of my life.”

dressed in a pair of leggings and a loose fitting top that hung off her shoulder as she took off her coat, Imogen fell into the seat across from blair with ease. “i had a feeling you were missing me,” she mused as she reached for the basket of fries, being sure to take one of the more crunchy of the bunch. “what is it you’re working on? don’t you have today off? this is literally no way to celebrate a day off, blair.” taking a couple more from the basket, she laid a napkin on the table and stacked them before her. for some reason, food just tasted-- amazing. “crying isn’t allowed though, by any means, what are y’all covering?”

“Oh, you’ve definitely convinced me,” Imogen smiled, though her tone gave way to the sarcasm laced between her words. “Have you thought about writing a self help book? Y’know a little guide to living your best life... efficiently... I feel like the world needs to know.” The nurses smile grew wider as she moved to lean against the wall, having come to check up on him solely because she knew he wouldn’t be taking advantage of this down time he so desperately needed. “What errands do you have to run? What if I do those for you, and you stop by the bar. I heard Joaks will be playing tonight.”