✿ pretty little baby ✿

[olivahw]

who: @charlotte-harrington where: charlotte's house.

Olivia was spinning and spiraling. Alcohol and weed pumping through her veins, she'd been having fun up until the bar closed and she found herself on her sisters doorstep. Avoiding the little cottage full of happy memories. Nobody knew yet but news traveled fast in Cedar, so she wouldn't be surprised if she was interrogated by half the town in the morning. She was also fucking exhausted after the day she had, a full day of clients then to come home to her wife and all her belongings gone, the note on the counter being the only remanence of her not being a missing person. This to Olivia felt like her parents had finally won. Nothing she could do about it now, just 'cause a scene. "Charlie," her voice cracked as her sister opened the door. "She's gone, she left me."

[charlotte-harrington]

The sharp knocks had her heart pumping, Honey going absolutely ballistic, only adding to her worry. Tired thoughts tried to piece together why someone would be at her door this late at night. Unfortunately, her proclivity for overthinking made the imagined scenarios only dire ones. She threw a robe over her as she descended the stairs, the tap of her dog's paws shadowing behind her. Fingers tried to make her bed-tousled curls a bit more presentable before opening the door. The last thing she expected was to be met with Olivia, and most certainly not Olivia with a rosy and tear-stained face.

"Livvy, what is going-" Her question was soon cut off by her sister's admission. Charlotte could feel her heart drop, breaking for her little sister. But that certainly couldn't be the truth, right? She quickly pulled her inside and placed a loving kiss on the top of her sister's head, blonde tresses falling into one another.

"Tell me what happened, Livvybird. Start from the beginning."

@olivahw

[tessalcampbell]

TO: @charlotte-harrington

LOCATION: Charlotte's home

"So..." Tessa starts when the door opens, but would immediately trail off. Wetting her lips, she releases a huff, "I might've, kinda, sorta -- okay, no -- I did. I definitely did." She threw her hands out and moved passed her friend into her home without so much as waiting for a invite in. She makes it half way into the home, then turns to face Charlotte again, "I went on that date." She sighs, "And you were right. It was horrible. He was--" She shivers at the brief memory of the date, "--People who talk about finding love on Tinder? They're liars." She states, "These men are --" Pausing once more, she sighs and presses her lips together into a straight line. "I need something chill. I tried writing, nothing came. And then pottery sounded good. Pottery and wine! And I didn't want to do it alone."

[charlotte-harrington]

Soft, little welcoming barks followed Tessa as she came in, the golden retriever fully aware of this visitor and mainly now seeking attention. "Honey, leave her alone, little love." Charlotte cooed as she called the dog to her side to allow her friend to come in. Shoulders fell as she began to put the pieces together; between knowing that her friend had mentioned the possibility of a date earlier in the week, to the look she had sported herself after many a failed setup by her parents, the picture was quite clear. Placing her hands on her forearms, the blonde gave her a quick, motherly hug before pulling back slightly. "It will happen when it's going to happen, Tessa. But I'm sorry he turned out to be such an idiot." she said with an apologetic little smile.

Moving her pile of blankets out of the way, Charlotte invited the other to come sit with her. The mention of her writing made her ears prick up a bit. Everyone who knew her knew the eldest Harrington was a bibliophile; books made up half of the decorations of the house. "Oh, please tell me the next few chapters are somewhere close to finished!" she playfully pleaded like a child asking a parent for a new toy. "You left me on a cliffhanger, which was just not nice." Then the mention of her other love came, and she couldn't have smiled brighter. "...Okay, I can wait on the manuscript pages. I'll grab the wine, and then we can go out back to the shed? I just installed my second wheel in there." It was one of the perks of the job she had taken while abandoning a more artistic vocation; it made saving up for art supplies take a lot less time.

@tessalcampbell

[olivahw]

"I saw Eli the other day, I joked that dad's got tabs on us through the whole cctv footage," Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "But Charlie, I don't know if that's a joke or not." It just felt like their father was everywhere now he was Mayor, then it got back to their mother who didn't need to be so squeaky clean about her in private actions. She takes a few mouthfuls, before letting out a heavy sigh. "So, Lola's had some health problems and she's had a hysterectomy. Which means, obviously, for the next steps I would have to carry the baby." And that scared her the most. Olivia wasn't one of those women who wanted to be pregnant, or go through birth. She was terrified of complications, how her body was going to change, the hospital, being a mom? Everything.

Liv's eyes widened slightly at the amount of wine in her sisters pantry, shaking her head. "You might have more wine in there than the actual winery." Her head then tilted to the side. "Okay, well, pick the most expensive and then I feel like it's only right you tell me the story to go with it 'cause I figure they've all got stories, right?" @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

The smile that appeared on her face when their friend was mentioned faltered at Olivia's worry. Their father was obsessed with their public image; a lifelong need to be perfect amplified under the public eye. "He's just..." words trailed as Charlotte tried to find the words. "Being the man Grandmother and Grandfather raised him to be, unfortunately." The news of Lola's troubles made her heart ache. Her hand went back over her sister's as she could tell the idea of carrying a child scared her. "I know it may seem like it, but giving birth is not the only way of having a child. Neither of you has to become pregnant if you don't want to." she offered another reassuring smile, trying to lift her sister's spirits the best she could.

Delicate hands thumbed through her collection as she tried to find her most expensive wine. A soft 'ah' fell from her lips when she saw that antique-shaped bottle. "Here. Ne Oublie from Portugal." she uncorked the bottle and poured out two glasses of the deep red, practically black, wine. "From what I remember, the going price of one bottle is a little over eight thousand." If she could have somehow pawned it off, she would have, but considering her date's lips had been on the rim, she was afraid that would have been a biohazard issue.

"This man had more money than he knew what to do with. Hit it big with an algorithm he created at nineteen." Charlotte began, shaking her head as she swirled the liquid in her glass. "Not quiet about it either. I don't think he even took stock that he was chugging this artisanal wine like a frat boy by the end of the night. Though, he was pleasant enough. Kind, opened doors for me, the works." A sip finally passed her lips as the story went on. "He was....batting for the other team, let's just say. Wanted a lavender marriage." It was a fact that she remembered coming out in a drunken heap of tears. "Mom was less than happy when I just told her it wouldn't work out because we 'weren't compatible'." Dark eyes rolled. She wasn't going to out a man clearly not ready to. "Still talk to him every once in a while. Last I heard, he was opening a luxury resort in Italy."

[drdawsonyoung]

"I appreciate it" He said with a smile before turning to only pour a half cup of coffee. "Oh yeah I know it's not much, but I do everything I can to avoid being too hyped up and jittery. Not great for surgery." He said with a laugh. "You have a long day today?" He asks, his deep voice calm and soft. "Geez, isn't it? I swear day cares are just germ houses." He paused holding his mug to his lip when she mentioned ticks. "Do people bring their kids in for that?" He said curiously. Where he grew up, he was so used to ticks that they just removed them themselves. @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

Charlotte playfully tapped her forefinger to her temple, taking note of his good idea. "And this is why you're the surgeon." she retorted, her laugh filling the small space. Her blonde curls bounced as she nodded. "You'd be surprised at all the minor things parents bring their kids in for. Especially the first-time parents." Though she couldn't judge much. The anxiety of parenthood made people act irrationally. "Most of my job is quelling worries, to be honest. And handing out stickers."

[axel-mathis]

"Doctor Harrington..." He nodded with a smile, admiring the bounch ringlets around her face. "No no, please, I'd really like to. I'm trying to fill up my punch card. " He joked, knowing damn well he had no punch card. "In all serious, I just appreciate what all of you at the hospital do. In fact if you wanna pick out like a bakery basket for your coworkers, I'd cover that too." He said with a smile. "I'm Axel by the way." He held his hand out to shake hers. "I swear this isn't a scam or anything. Just probably could use some good karma." @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

"Oh, please, you can just call me Charlotte." the blonde reassured once she realized this wasn't someone she knew from the hospital. Another bright laugh passed her lips at his ruse. Charlotte should have been used to men like him, overtly charming ones with inviting smiles, but she somehow still found herself a little bashful. "You are far too kind." she repeated, her aura warm and welcoming. She gently took his hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Axel."

[abelxlivingstone]

“Mmm, is that a bad thing?” Abel asked with that stupid, sly grin still plastered across his face. He wondered if maybe, keeping Charlotte (Poppy as well) on his good side would keep both his parents happy whilst he went through whatever this thing was with Pippa. Funnily enough the pregnancy was the last of his worries. “I still haven’t really exploded Cedar Point yet, I could do with a pretty tour guide.” He imagined the hot spots of Cedar would look better with her on his arm in a gorgeous dress.

The only scenery he’d managed to see were the views from houses and extravagant backyards with pools, tennis courts and acres of land. “Coffee corner, hands down.” He hoped it was the same answer as hers or perhaps they were going to have a caffeine related argument. “If you say the diner I’m gonna be disappointed in you.”

Abel nodded his head. “That’s right my mom did tell me you have a tonne of sisters.” He recalled, his mother very much liked to gossip so he felt like he was sort of in the know, plus, he knew Lola. “That’s Olivia, right and she’s married to Lola? Lola and I have run in the same circles for years. I’ve only met Liv a handful of times though.” @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

His impish little grin made a blanket of pink rise across her sun-kissed cheeks. Abel certainly was charming. Most of them are charming. "No, not at all. Just letting you know I caught on." the blonde mused, a smile playing on wine-stained lips. "I think that could be arranged." The previous two glasses of red were giving her a bit of liquid courage; her usual cloak of shyness was slowly lifting.

Charlotte nodded softly as she listened to his answer. "Okay, good, I can still be seen with you." the statement followed with a playful smile. The diner was closer to work, but there was nothing like the atmosphere of the cafe. "Now, and I apologize if this starts any discourse, but the natural next question would be what do you order?"

Manicured fingers raked through her golden curls, a soft, musical laugh passing her lips at the mention of her family. "Yeah, three younger sisters. Regular 'Bennett' situation for Dad." Charlotte always thought her family's preoccupation with the fact that the family name wouldn't be 'carried on' due to the lack of a male sibling. It was all overtly Austenian, but money tended to stunt a person's proclivity for social progress. Eyebrows rose in surprise by the thread of a connection, not expecting there to be one past their parents being in the same tax bracket. "Really? Huh, small world."

@abelxlivingstone

[ceydaxyilmaz]

The brunette's face softened as she noticed the blonde's features, rather glad she'd offered to go to lunch. Ceyda was exhausted after that and she could tell Charlotte was too. "Yeah," she nodded her head. "You mind if we go somewhere a little quieter than the cafe though? It's a nice day out, we could go grab something to eat and sit on one of the benches." The dark haired woman suggests, not exactly wanting to be around the bustling hospital right now however she knew neither of them could go far. "I'm so glad she's okay." Cey said, giving the woman a warm smile. "You chose the right specialty, that's for sure. I don't think anyone could've calmed her down but you." She'd watched it many times when children had come into the ER, or if she ever had to escort kids to pediatrics. Charlotte was always there, a ball of sunshine with a big smile on her face and fussing over everyone. As they arrived at the cafe, Ceyda was quick to order her usual vanilla latte and a chicken salad sandwich. "What do you want? It's on me." @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

Messy curls bounced as she shook her head. "I'd really like that. The ER always makes me a bit....people'd out." she admitted, a puff of a laugh following. Most lunch breaks were taken outside when she could. Even if the hospital's walls were sterile and modern, the gardens were wild and beautiful —a conscious choice to help patients escape the reality of being tethered to such an impersonal place.

Charlotte's smile grew ever brighter at the compliment. She had always worried that going into a field that was practically thrust upon her would leave the woman unfulfilled in life, or she wouldn't have been cut out for the fast paced medical world. Thankfully, neither seemed to be true. "I just try to be the person I'd want as a child on your worst day. People tend to forget that kids are experiencing most feelings for the first time, so everything is heightened. You just have to meet them where they need to be met." Dark eyes looked over the menu, though the offer soon had her resisting. "Oh, you don't have to do that, Ceyda! You're too kind."

Though, the two had worked together long enough, and not being one for confrontation, Charlotte put in her order for a garden salad and a cup of soup. Fingers scrubbed clean from disinfectant, grabbed a bottle of water before the two moved their way to the gardens.

[abelxlivingstone]

Well, that part was true that’s for sure. Nobody here was worth talking to, aside from maybe Charlotte. He’d been summoned to go along to see potential clients but it was the last thing he wanted to do given the situation he’d gotten himself into with Pippa. Abel was kind of fighting for his life right now. “You know, I’m actually surprised that’s not a thing.”

The dark haired man’s smile grew as she showed off the fabric of her dress. His only conclusion was that she needed to be taken out more to utilise her wardrobe. Charlotte was pure, an angel, even Abel knew he shouldn’t be fucking with her. Yet, here he was. “Maybe we need to take you out more, it’s summer time - perfect time to show off all your gorgeous dresses.” Abel mused, a sly grin appearing on his face. “Plus, I know it’s desperate times but seems wasted on these idiots.”

Abel nearly answered with the truth she was so lovely, and easy to talk to, but he hadn’t really spoken the words out loud yet. That he was going to be a father. “I’m good,” he answered; dark eyes looking into hers. “Settled in now, know where the good coffee is..” he grinned. “What about you? How are you?” @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

Her fingers fiddled with her necklace, the main reason she always found herself wearing one, at his insistence. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this might be your sly way of asking me to hang out with you again." Charlotte playfully retorted. Most of her parents' choice dates never went past the first one, but she was open to seeing where this could take them. Plus, even if nothing came of it, it could end like it did with Eli: gaining another good friend.

It couldn't have been easy for anyone to start over in a new town, let alone someone who had to be thrust into new social circles to appease their families. Charlotte was somewhat thankful she never had to go through that. An introverted nature never boded well when having to make home in a new space. She offered him another warm smile, her own dark eyes meeting his. "Now, I have to ask, where have you found this good coffee? And I'm warning you, there is a right answer." the blonde teased.

A soft shrug followed his own inquiry. "Can't complain. Busy with work, per usual." Her days always sounded uninteresting when she spoke about them, the hospital stealing most of the hours from her. "My little sister and her wife came back to town recently, so most of my free time is spent making up for lost time there."

[olivahw]

Olivia was immensely grateful for her sister, sometimes she felt like her only support. The pair had always been close, but she was just glad now being in the same town as each other they were growing closer yet again. "No I still wanted to come, I missed you." The pair barely spent the day apart and they texted or spoke on the phone if they didn't see each other. Lately it had been the latter, so she wasn't going to reschedule.

A laugh cracks through her saddened features as she mentioned baking her a cake, she was quick to shake her head. "You'll forget by next May," she teased, rolling her eyes. Cooking wasn't something either of them picked up. "Let's still eat, I didn't get a break at work today so I'm starving."

She hugged her sister back tightly, a small huff leaving her lips. Mainly because Olivia didn't know what to do with her feelings. "I think I'm still overthinking being back here, that's all." It had been three years and Olivia's brain was still running wild about what her parents had to say. "The baby stuff too...I'm freaking the fuck out." She let out a nervous laugh. "Can we just sit on the couch and chill? Do you have wine? Please, please tell me you've got wine!" @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

Another sisterly and playful glare was sent Olivia's way. "I'll put it in my work calendar. Then I could never forget it." Charlotte continued to tease, though the air soon changed as her sister continued to speak.

A soft kiss was placed on the side of her sister's head. "Of course, we can still eat." she assured as she moved back over to the plates, making up one for her sister. She couldn't imagine the stress she was under; family planning was hard enough without the added weight of their parents' judging eyes being all over them. If there was a way she could help, Charlotte would do it and as quickly as possible. "Of course you're going to. You had that bit of freedom, right? Can't be easy coming back to them, trying to pry wherever they can." the blonde lamented as she handed her sister a plate. "Anything in particular about that? Or just in general? Because it is a big step. You can't judge yourself too harshly for freaking out a bit."

Charlotte wiggled her eyebrows playfully as she opened up her pantry, dozens of bottles glistening in the low kitchen light. "One nice thing about the 'dates' Mom and Dad set me up on; all want to come over with wine and all want to show off by getting the most expensive bottle they can." Charlotte admitted with another laugh. "Pick your poison."

@olivahw

[ceydaxyilmaz]

who: @charlotte-harrington where: the hospital

“Hey Char,” Ceyda said, glad she had run into the blonde woman. Perhaps she should have been a little more professional with her greeting at work but considering the pair were friends, it felt odd. Ceyda felt like she’d barely seen her lately though, except for earlier on today when there was a child in the emergency room.

“Is that little girl okay?” She asked the blonde curiously. “She’s going to need surgery on her arm isn’t she?”

[charlotte-harrington]

Days like today were the kind that made her job so difficult; watching a child in so much pain would always wreck her emotionally. And today's case had been brutal. An accident had broken the patient's arm in multiple places. The little girl was inconsolable, rightfully so. It's why taking shifts at the ER would only be reserved for days she knew preceded a rest day afterwards.

"Hm?" The informality of the greeting took her by surprise, her fogged brain taking a moment to realize who was speaking to her. "Oh, yes. She's in pre-op right now. It's going to be a long one, but they expect her to go home by the weekend."

Charlotte forced a smile onto her forlorn features, offering some warmth to Ceyda. "I was just about to take my lunch, if you wanted to join. Vould use some company after that."

[olivahw]

“Yes, I know. You missed your auntie Liv.” The blonde had barely got through the door before her puppy niece had come to greet her. With Honey barrelling at her legs, Olivia crouched down to give the puppy enthusiastic scratches behind the ears. “I know Honey. I’ve been neglecting you haven’t I?” She cooed, pressing a kiss to the dogs head before she stood back to her feet, following her sisters voice to the kitchen.

“She’s fine,” she assured the other blonde, Liv loved Honey just as much as Charlie did. When she asked about Lola, she shook her head. “Nah, she’s not feeling well.” Truth be told, her wife hadn’t been the most social person since having her hysterectomy. Lola was crumbling a little bit and Olivia could feel herself going down with it. “Oh no,” she let out a little laugh, glancing at the sunken loaf. “I uh,” she paused, shaking her head. “I don’t know. She says she’s doing fine but I don’t think she is and I don’t really think I am either.” @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

An amber eyebrow rose as her sister spoke. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. We could've rescheduled if that would have been easier." she began to explain reassuringly, yet her hands were still plating the dinner. Charlotte had been looking forward to having a family dinner, including Lola, as to assure them she was on their side. That they would always be welcome in both her home and her arms. She couldn't imagine the stress of being back under her parents' watchful eyes after getting a taste of freedom, especially when the relationship was as strained as theirs and Olivia's was. All she ever wanted to do was help.

Charlotte gave her younger sister a typical eldest sibling glare, though this one filled with playfulness, as she laughed at her bread attempt. "Keep laughing and I'll make sure I'm baking your cake this year." she teased. Though as both Olivia's voice and face faltered, she quickly made her way over to her, serving utensils clattering to the counter. "Oh, my Livvybird." the blonde cooed, pulling her sister into a motherly hug.

She pulled away slightly, studying her sister's face for any unsaid words. "What's going on? Is there anything I can help with?" her words flew out, wanting to play Ms. Fix-It. "Did you still want to eat? Or do you just want to go sit and talk? Or we don't even have to talk! We can watch romcoms all night and I can DoorDash some ice cream."

@olivahw

[abelxlivingstone]

Abel had already loosened the two top buttons of his shirt by the time he’d made it to the orchard. The Oak Barrel was gorgeous but he never came to these places for the view, not really. The dark haired man had spotted her before she’d spotted him, the yellow sundress like a beacon against the green. Charlotte looked like she’d stepped out of a painting but that certainly wasn’t unusual for her. She was very angelic.

A laugh broke through, technically to Abel he fit right in but in order to impress her a little white lie would suffice. “God yes, if I have to hear Bryce Eastwood complaining about his helicopter mechanic one more time I might start drinking from one of these barrels.” The ones that were strategically placed around the room as bar tables. He knew they had nothing in these ones but plenty out the back. “You kinda look like you’ve just stepped out of a famous painting, Charlie. You look beautiful.” @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

Her own melodic laugh intertwined with his. The entire time she had been sentient and forced into her parents' 'upper-class antics' had been time the blonde loathed. Being a doctor had only cemented that disinterest. Watching families worrying themselves sick and drowning into debt to save their child, while your parents' friends were only concerned with how to obtain the newest status symbol infuriated her to no end. "All this money and none of them can buy an interesting personality." she joked back.

Fingertips glided over the soft fabric as he commented on her appearance, a flush of pink forming over her cheeks. "You're too kind, Abel." Spending her days either in scrubs or in office wear meant days off were when the eldest Harrington got to indulge in her vintage dress collection (an interest she had funded herself, refusing her family's money be involved with something that brought her so much joy). "Vintage pieces aren't exactly 'hospital safe', so I have to wait for silly things like this to wear them."

She began to wonder if either of their parents had urged him over here. It was probably a silly thought to think they'd allow her to isolate herself the whole day. But she knew it was neither of their faults, and he seemed perfectly lovely. "How've you been?"

@abelxlivingstone

[elimatherss]

“Sometimes I’ve been known to have a zinger here and there.” He said, a soft chuckle coming from him. Charlotte had very much become more of a best friend, almost like he saw her as a sister and it was interesting that he had become somewhat in on family drama. It made it even more assured that he didn’t want to marry into their family, he just wasn’t sure how their father thought bringing him into their drama made sense when he wanted to marry Charlotte off to him. “I can imagine the hospital smell gets to you after awhile.”

Eli chuckled softly, he knew there would be something smart in her answer, he didn’t know why he didn’t expect it to be so detailed. “Alright, alright. Well, if that’s the case I better go back to smoking regular cigarettes so the dining room can smell the smoke on me.” He teased, he wasn’t going to give it up any time soon, but he did like making her worry. “I actually have an idea. We have a new cheesecake, and I think a slice has your name on it.” @charlotte-harrington

[charlotte-harrington]

"I'm surprised you haven't tried to sell the place and make your living as a comedian with all that talent." her own laugh followed his. There had been the usual feigning that she was disappointed that yet another of her parents 'suitors' hadn't worked out, but what Charlotte hadn't expected was the unusual, yet lovely friendship that blossomed instead. Friendships were always welcome in her life, as being a Harrington meant that genuine ones didn't come often. Most were after the money, the status, or both. Her nose crinkled slightly at the memory. "The sterile smell is only pleasant for the first five hours. After that, it gets a bit headache inducing."

She would never hesitate to be the 'wet blanket' when it came to both vaping and cigarettes. The amount of cases that came across her desk that were either the direct result of or the side effects of their use was enough to make her stomach turn at the sight. "Sorry for caring about your health and both the length and quality of your life. But also don't do that, since I'm almost certain that's against NY food laws." she teased back, but the worry about him still settled in her chest. Her bright smile somehow grew brighter at the mention of cheesecake. "That would be absolutely wonderful! I tried to make a cheesecake the other day and it never set, so this can make up for my empty promises cake."

[charlotte-harrington]

who: Closed starter for @abelxlivingstone where: The Oak Barrel Winery ;; Midday

The sweet summer air whipping through the orchard's trees was a welcome change from being stuck inside the hospital's walls for hours on end. Any time Charlotte managed to have a day off, she found herself trying to be outside as much as possible. And with the view from The Oak Barrel? That want practically turned into a need. A light yellow sundress highlighted her amongst the greenery; the human embodiment of sunshine that she was, mirrored in her attire.

The only caveat that came with this view was that it was done under her parents' want to show off, a few of the more affluent families of Cedar Point renting out the space for the day to turn into a playground of bragging and flaunting. She had pulled herself away from the crowd as soon as she could after pleasantries were exchanged. Someone else must have also shared the sentiment, as she noticed a familiar figure walking towards her. "Are you also coming to escape the endless talk of the struggles of buying a fourth house and the logistics of docking a yacht?" she asked with her usual warm laugh following it.

[axel-mathis]

Who? @charlotte-harrington

Where? Coffee Corner Cafe

Axel took a mid-day break from work to walk to the Cafe. He of course was going to get a coffee, but he also wanted a little something to eat. He was happy the cafe was walking distance from his office. Walking into the familiar building, he got in line. The person directly in front of him was wearing scrubs. "Excuse me... do you work at the hospital?" He said to the woman in front of him. "Are you a doctor or nurse there?" Axel gestured to the front of the line. "If you don't mind, I'd like to cover your meal."

[charlotte-harrington]

Charlotte didn't usually find time to get to the cafe; the fastest route to work unfortunately missed it. So, when she found herself with a few hours of free time before she covered another shift at the ER, she knew what was going to be her lunch spot. Blonde curls were pulled back into a ponytail, a few springing free and framing her face with ringlets. Her pastel pink scrubs definitely made her stand out from the mid-morning rush crowd. Yet, she was still a little surprised when the man behind her caught her attention.

"Oh! Yes, I'm Doctor Harrington. I work in pediatrics." she replied with a soft, warm smile. Most of the time when people asked that question, it came with a mutual acquaintance of clientele or even just seeing her around the hospital. However, once his offer hit her ears, Charlotte shook her head. "Oh, you don't have to do that! That's awfully kind of you, though."

@axel-mathis

[charlotte-harrington]

who: closed starter for @olivahw where: Charlotte's House ;; Evening

Charlotte was pretty well versed in most 'domesticated' activities: she loved to keep her house clean, knew how to mend the odd tear, and adored collecting little trinkets to decorate her house with. But the woman was no chef. She had attempted to make a loaf of bread, but when she pulled it out of the oven and discovered the middle caved in, the blonde let out a sigh. Thankfully, her entree was practically impossible to mess up (pasta and a heated up jar of store bought sauce).

From the bark Honeybun let out, she could only assume her sister was at the door. "Come in!" she greeted as she began transferring everything over to her nice dishware. "Tell Honey to go lie down if she's bothering you! Little love is attention-starved after I worked a double this past weekend." Once she turned around, eyebrows knitted together in both confusion and worry. "Was Lola not able to come?" she asked, noticing her sister was very much alone. "I'm sorry if you tried to text, my phone's been charging. Plus, I tried to make some Italian bread." A laugh passed her lips as she gestured over to the sunken loaf. "Everything okay?"

[drdawsonyoung]

Dawson liked to get to work well before his first surgery of the day. He like to have time to have a cup of coffee, go to his office, look over his schedule, and have some quiet time to prepare and focus his mind. "Good morning!" He said with a chipper disposition. He nodded as he reached up in one of the tallest cabinets for a mug he liked to hide up there where few could reach. "A little of both. Long day ahead of me, so just needed a little half cup and an apple. How about you? Busy day, like always?"

[charlotte-harrington]

A bright laugh passed blushed lips as she watched him retrieve his cup. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." she playfully reassured as she placed her teabag in the steaming cup of her own. "Only a half cup? Brave man." Sleep still hung in her eyes as she added a splash of milk to her tea. "You know it. I swear, every season is sick season in Pediatrics. Plus, with it being hiking season aka tick season, I've plucked more bugs out of legs than I care to ever have." Charlotte gave a shrug as she finally took a sip of her drink. "Never boring, at least."