#brewingimaginations

the day had finally arrived. isabel conklin, college graduate. if anybody had asked her if she'd make it this far even she hadn't been totally sure. especially knowing she had almost passed up on her study abroad program. but being single and discovering adult life on her own had been an eye opening experience for her. the first month had been slow, but then the letters arrived from conrad. the two of them became pen pals and had grown closer through that. so when she turned around and saw him standing there, she smiled.

She'd been standing on the corner across from the coffee shop for a bit. Kara didn't know if it was a snap descision to have coffee with someone she'd barely met, but his eyes. There was something about the blue in his eyes that felt familiar. She knew that any other night she'd be home watching her socials for a chance to see him. God, he was so dark, beautful and when she watched him it was like he was talking just to her."

She chuckled, looking down at her tiffany watch. Taking a deep breath she looked up and noticed it was starting to drizzle. Kara moved towards the brick building behind her before wrapping her Burberry rain coat around her body holding it closed with her arms crossed in front of her. Biting down on her lower lip, it was strange to think that she was late but she'd been watching this door for awhile and he hadn't walked in either.

A small girl tugged on her jacket as she stood up and walked towards the crosswalk. Kara leaned down, smiling because she'd wanted her autograph. The young girl went to see Swan Lake and couldn't believe she found her favorite dancer on Tik Tok. Kara then took a few pictures with her before going across the street. Once she got to the coffee shop, she was feeling a bit better about herself. She stood taller and looked around. It wasn't like she wouldn't noticed that black hair, blue eyes and being 5'0", even when she just ran into him, it seemed like he was looming over her... god he was hot but still not what she was looking for. She sighed, " I'd like a extra large no foam cafe americana with one extra pack of sugar and lots of whipped cream."

penelope bridgerton was sitting in her new drawing room, a thousand miles away from london. she was sipping some tea, and working on her embroidery. she was making something to go on her baby's blanket. she looked down at her belly. she was starting to show now. it wouldn't be long before the baby came. she felt a kick ❝shhhh little one❞ she whispered, looking up and seeing her maid, rae, looking sad as she left the room. penelope knew why

she was married, and yet she left her husband colin bridgerton, behind. she had been the notorious writer lady whistledown, and when her husband, at the time fiancé had found out he was so angry with her. he married her anyways, and she knew he did love her, but could he love her enough to stop hating her for being whisltedown. when she finally had to come clean with the ton, because of a black mail plot, she had escaped before he could find her. all she left behind was a note with annulment papers. colin was a handsome, well connected man. he'd find a new wife without trying, and live the life he should have lived.. before her

it was a month after she left, rae insisting on coming with her, that she found out she was pregnant. she thought about writing to colin, a thousand times. telling him she was sorry, she missed him, and that she was pregnant. the fear he'd moved on, that he was marrying or had married another, stopped her. she hated not telling him, and rae gave her the same look every day for the last 2 months. she was about 4 months along now

Puck didn’t want to go home. Home was just a place that he laid his head at night. Don’t get him wrong, he loved his ma and Sarah, but sometimes, he felt like that black sheep. Like his ma loved Sarah more than him half of the time.

“What do you mean you want to stay in tonight? Dude,” he paused. “It’s all about the new years party! You’ve gotta start getting out more.” Briefly, Puck shook his head. “Make it a resolution, or something, and come out with me tonight, dude.”

Mike let out a small breath as he ran a hand through his hair. He looked at Puck, it wasn't the first he felt like he wanted to stay in. It had gotten more and more like that in the last year.

"Dude, I just don't feel like it," he replied, "and it always get awkward." He pressed his lips together, "but I'm also a good friend, and a good friend should go out with you to make sure that you don't do anything too stupid."