#michaela finch

“You came!” she beamed, tugging her godmother into a hug that smelled of roses and candle smoke. “And you actually dressed up—Gods, you're putting me to shame.” @hxrricvnes

Caliphe adjusted her scrubs as she stepped into the bustling corridor of the hospital. The early morning light filtered through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the sterile environment. Today was another day of long surgeries and quick decisions but she was scheduled to work under Dr. Finch, the neurosurgeon who had been both a mentor and a family friend for as long as she could remember. She made her way towards the breakroom, leaning against the counter after pouring herself a cup of coffee. It was a rare lull in her usually packed schedule. She glanced up when Dr. Finch walked in, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Hey, Micha. Tell me you’re not here to steal the last decent coffee pod,” she teased, holding up her cup. “Also, I was going to text you, but since you’re here; have you heard about the hospital gala next month? Are you going? Or are we pretending it doesn’t exist like last year?” @hxrricvnes

Though they had moved past the most uncomfortable phase, there was always a touch of lingering awkwardness whenever they met up. Michaela was, after all, Charlotte’s sister. Yet over the years, Micha had come to feel like family to Waverly as well; a sister in her own right. When Charlotte first asked to take a break from their marriage of over two decades, things were undeniably weird between Micha and Wavey. But after a heartfelt conversation, they agreed: talk of their marriage was off-limits, and if either one needed to step back when emotions ran high, they’d respect each other’s space. Their friendship was strong, built on years of trust, and that agreement had helped keep things steady. This morning, with both of them heading into early shifts, Waverly as Chief of Police and Michaela as a powerhouse neurosurgeon, they decided to catch up over coffee at the little cafe on Main near the hospital and the station. Waverly fidgeted with their coffee cup while they waited, trying to steady their nerves. Spotting Micha just before she walked in through the cafe’s oversized windows, Waverly took a deep breath, managing a smile and a wave. They picked up the extra coffee they’d ordered minutes earlier, still warm. As Micha made her way over, Waverly smirked, holding out the cup. “Figured I’d fuel you up before you go diving into people’s brains or whatever. Can’t have you spacing out on the job.” @hxrricvnes