#obviouslyimogen

Katie: Is there any chance I can plan to put you on the books for this week? Or should I put it off? I recall you mentioning that Fiona was going to be back in town at one point. I don't want to make any assumptions. Just let me know what's going on, please.

Becky: took a deep breath as she reread the text messages she thought about the things that could possibly happen next. If she didn't have the rest of her body holding it in, she was sure her heart would beat right out of her chest. Even the cool late afternoon early summer air did nothing to cool Becky off as her flats tapped against the concrete sidewalk. Her phone felt ice cold in her warm hand, and it stole her attention away, at least for the time being. Looking back up, her blue hues steadied on the house she had frequently visited since moving to the area. Imogen Morneo was her best friend, and Becky knew there was more. She knew there was a reason that she had a goofy grin on whenever she merely thought of the brunette, and that her heart seemed to go nuts whenever the familiar smell of her perfume that was laced through her sheets washed over her. And it was time for her to get it off of her chest. Taking the path around the house, Becky entered the back door that was unlocked just as Imogen had said and she was greeted with the warm scent of the Moreno household. "Imogen." She called in a soft sing song voice as she headed directly towards the bedroom she had traveled to plenty of times. And just as every time before, once the blonde came to see the other girl, her heart stopped and fixed it's slow pace to one that was much quicker. "There you are."

Becky: Are you busy right now?

oh where, oh where can she be?