— spotted in the streets of brooklyn, it’s IMOGEN RHITT. they have lived in the city for A MATTER OF DAYS, working as a FASHION DESIGNER. the 30 year old will probably be seen around PARK SLOPE a lot, seeing as that’s where they live. people say they can be a bit CLUMSY and DOMINEERING, but friends know them to be SHREWD and LIBERAL. you know for sure you’ve found them when you’ve come across A HUGE LOVE OF CHEESE, A GOOFY SENSE OF HUMOUR, AND OFTEN UNTAMED CURLS . welcome to brooklyn, it’s been waiting for you! —
Full Name: Imogen Rhitt
Faceclaim: Olivia Cooke
Pronouns/Gender: she/her - cis female
Age & Birthday: 30 - April 29th 1994
Birth Place: London, England
How long have they been in town?: 1 week
Living Situation: Living with their partner Theo Kent in XXX
Occupation: Fashion Designer at Vera Wang
Family: One brother
Death tw, emotional abuse tw
Born in London as the second child of a middle class couple she had a sheltered and comfortable upbringing, nothing too impressive to be reported about it really. Imogen was good in school but nothing special, always preferring art and theatre over anything academic - if you couldn’t find her it was likely that she was holed up working on adding embroidery to one of her jackets or painting flowers to customise her shoes. Imogen tended to be seen as a little weird but she didn’t care. Well to be honest she didn’t really notice.
When she started going through puberty the wide eyed brunette started catching the attention of the boys around school, suddenly gaining a social life she didn’t even realise she was missing, but the most important person to her was always going to be Theo. Her next door neighbour they’d been inseparable since they were kids, and no amount of new found popularity would change that.
Landing a place at the London Collage of Fashion after she finished her Alevels it seemed like everything was finally on track, moving into a flat with Theo who not long after confessed their love to Imogen leading to the two of them getting together.
Prior to this her track record with dating was terrible to say the least, it seemed she only went out with serial cheaters, which lead to significant trust issues. Believing it was because there was something wrong with her rather than anything else, and she wasn’t deserving of love.
When she landed a position in the pattern room at Dolce and Gabbana it was like all her christmases had come at once. She was ready to give it her all, working crazy hours to get the work done to the best standard possible with dreams of climbing up through the company. Almost at the same time as Theo was offered their dream job, Imogen was promoted into the design team as a junior. Refusing to stop Theo from not taking their dream job coupled with her needing to take her own, she instigated the two of them splitting up. Her own trust issues leading her to believe there was no world in which the two of them would be able to make it work long distance, that Theo would find someone better than her, and it would all be over. So she left before she could be left.
Recently Imogen’s father passed away, out of nowhere, and it triggered something inside the girl. Determined not to lose another person she loved if she could help it, she up and left for Louisiana in search of Theo, not entirely sure what her aim was but knowing they needed to have a proper conversation if nothing else. She arrived in town and had no idea what she is doing. Her at the time fiancee who proposed to her six months ago, an actor, thinks she was just there on a work trip…which is obviously not really the truth. The death of her father caused a lot of turmoil inside the woman and she’s just trying to find a way through it, plus wanting to deliver the news to Theo in person as they were always so close to her family.
Upon arriving she saw Theo with a man and small baby, immediately jumping to the rash conclusion that they were in a relationship with a family, it threw her through a loop. Getting painfully drunk that night she ended up sleeping with a random man, she can’t remember a single thing about him, and probably never will. Discovering how wrong she was about Theo’s status (the baby was their best friends), the two reconnected and started dating again. Imogen breaking things off with her fiancee in a very messy fashion that involved considerable attempts to smear her reputation in the press from him. Meanwhile the couple found out that as a result of the one night stand, Imogen was pregnant, and decided to keep the baby. Wanting to start a family anyway so it seemed like the universe was giving them a sign.
Five months later they have moved to NYC so Imogen can take the job of a lifetime as the guest resident designer at Vera Wang - tasked with creating her own line to expand the brand’s reach. It was something she could never turn down, and when Theo insisted she take it and that they would use it as an opportunity to open their own restaurant in New York the couple did just that. Arriving not long ago they are still trying to find their feet while preparing for a new arrival and both starting new jobs. (Oh and they also brought their dog, a black lab, whose name is Roy - as in Roy Kent. They think they’re funny.)
Ben's nose wrinkled at her comments, but he laughed moments later. It sounded about right, honestly, a memory from somewhere in the back of his mind, all those early 2000's high school movies where that's all the teenagers ever did. Don't forget the whipped cream. "Is it weird I don't like whipped cream?" he queried after a moment, more laughter following. "I could never be one of those people." With his coffee in hand now, he took a sip, a light smile crossing his features as the coconut hit his taste buds. "Not a fan of coconut or allergic?" he questioned thoughtfully.
“Not weird, but certainly unusual. I mean I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who doesn’t like whipped cream when I stop to think about it.” Doing just that as she looked off into space with a small look of concentration in her eyes, before shaking her head to come back into the room. “Nope, can’t say I have. Any specific reason why?” Hearing her name being called as her actual coffee was placed down on the counter, causing a grin to break out onto her features, picking it up carefully so she could put one of those little plastic lids on it before she spilt it all down her front. “Just not a fan. I love it in some things, but not coffee. I blame my fiancee, they are an Italian coffee connoisseur and I don’t think coconut milk is even a thing in Italy…certainly not a very popular one, so I’m super used to having it a certain way and it tasting like a bounty bar is not that way.” @oftatteredwings
Sebni loved the way she said tea and the imagery of her that came with it in his head, so much so that he continued to grin even after the fact, through her generosity with the fries until she asked him a question (it'd be rude not to answer questions just because he was caught in a sort of euphoric high). He feigned a cough, shaking a head not unlike a husky shaking water off of its fur, ❝ Oh, yeah, of course... Sometimes, though I've been living here for three years now. What about you? Do you miss London? ❞ Sebni had been to London before. Once or twice. When his mother needed to go there for work. He wouldn't mind visiting again, especially if she'd tour him around her territory. The many things she'd talk about, the stories she'd have of London, excited him. ❝ At least, yeah, though to be fair, I've never had the itch to be an ichthyologist again once I learned about girls, ❞ he quipped, shaking his head. He never really understood why he wanted to be one when he was a kid. After that phase was over, there was nothing left, not even in his bones, that suggested it was anything more than a very strange fancy. He nodded as he tried to pick up his mug and tap it against her at the same time but he was a few seconds slower, another reason for him to smile, ❝ I also have books about fashion, though I'm not sure if you've read them already. I haven't. But that's mostly just because I know very little about fashion. ❞ Sebni gestured at his basic as basic goes fashion style, somewhat nonexistent most likely to a true expert like her.
His sweet disposition and friendly smile was making Imogen grin as well, settling into her chair as she listened to him answer her question, real interest in what he had to say. Neither of them were born in New York so at least they had that in common, it was certainly something the two of them could bond over. Hell they were already seemingly doing just that. “I do, but I don’t think I miss the place as much as I miss some of my past memories there. You know when you think you miss a place but really you know if you went there it wouldn’t really be like you expect? What you really miss is how things were years ago but just going to the place wouldn’t be what you thought it would be. Sorry I don’t really know if that makes as much sense as it did in my head.” She chuckled, shaking it a little. “I’ve been here a few months, well in the USA. I’ve been in New York about a month. So I’m slowly finding my feet.” A loud laugh escaped her at the admittance that girls took over a love of fish once he knew about them, so god damn valid. “I can understand why. Don’t get me wrong fish are cool, but ‘like kissing a dead fish’ is a common phrase for a reason, and not in a positive way.” The woman had read a lot of fashion books in her time but her interest in seeing what other ones were out there never went away, eyebrows popping up at their mention. “Oh! I’ll have to pop over to the shop and see what ones you have, if that would be okay? I’m always on the hunt for new ones. Plus maybe some about fish, just so I can show interest in little Sebni’s past interest. Just to be a good friend." And not because she was totally pulling his leg. @arabianwrite
"Fries? Can't say no to that, sure," Rhys answered her with a nod of his head and a gentle chuckle. "I was thinking about getting another milkshake myself, can I tempt you?" Might as well repay the favour if she was giving him her friends ( or some of them at least ). As she continued, however, his laughter took over and he nodded his head. "Yeah, you make sure you get that copyrighted, don't want me taking credit for it." Honestly, it reminded him of the type of thing you'd hear someone shrieking in Scooby-Doo. "Rhys," he offered her. "And yours?"
“Fries, fries, fries…” Imogen said in a sing song voice as she gestured to the waitress that she’d have another portion by lifting up the little red plastic (now empty) basket sat in front of her like silently asking for a refill on a drink. Except in her opinion this was far superior to any kind of beverage. “You can certainly tempt me, and you don’t even have to try very hard.” Offering her hand as he gave his name, grinning. “Imogen. Nice to meet you Rhys. You from New York originally or are you an interloper like myself?” @oftatteredwings
It made PJ snort a laugh to hear Imogen say she hoped she never got to the 'stay together for the kids' stage with her partner because, come on. PJ didn't know Theo well but all she knew about the two of them was that they were sickening perfect for each other. "Please, you two are going to die together like those old people in The Notebook. It's gross actually." She pulled a face. Knowing Imogen and Theo made her doubt everything she believed about romantic love and she did not like that one bit. "Listen, he's a man. And an actor which are probably the worst kind along with musicians. He was never going to be enough for you. I'm still on the fence about Theo but at least they're not a man. And they're so besotted with you so, no había chance. " PJ was happy for Imogen, getting what she wanted. A family with the person she loved. Even if that wasn't what she wanted for herself. No that she knew what that was either. "Oh fuck. He would freak out so much if I called him daddy." She brought a hand to cover her mouth as she tried not to burst out laughing at the thought. "Which, you know, now I gotta try it. But yeah, he's older. He's so hot though. Wanna see?" The brunette knew Imogen was bisexual so maybe she'd appreciate a picture of Beau.
“I fucking hope we’re going to die together - if anything else happens, Theo will know I’ll haunt their ass like nobody’s business. Not a moment of peace for them…for all eternity.” Imogen was talking in jest but the sentiment was true, she wanted to be with her fiancee forever. Five years apart was far too long for them to be apart already so they certainly wouldn’t ever break up because of Imogen, if they did it would be Theo’s choice. “Yeah it is gross, don’t worry I know it.” Rolling her eyes, because she did. It was disgusting, they were disgusting, the two of them together were even worse than you could imagine. At least in their grown up state they packed on less of the PDA…mostly. “Correct, he is a man actor, but beyond that he is just a fucking asshole. I still don’t understand why you’re on the fence with Theo, like, everything that happened between the two of us was my fault not theirs after all.” A small frown on her face, a wrinkle between her eyebrows as she looked over at PJ. If there was something she could do to get them to like Theo more Imogen would do it, because truly her fiancee didn’t deserve any kind of doubt cast on them. “Freak out in a good way, or a bad way?” The redhead probed, leaning over to give the woman a poke in the shoulder as she laughed, still grinning as she sat back once more, glad to see PJ smiling again. “Obviously I want to see! Don’t ask me stupid questions woman!” @pjxtorres
It made Robbie beam to hear that Imogen's partner was involved in their journey, often times, sadly more often than not, it's not the case so it was exciting to be a part of this. "Are you a queer couple?" He asked bluntly, it sounded like it and he was a safe space for it and wanted her to know. "It's usually the case when the partner is so involved in the process. I'm queer myself so this is and will always be a safe space." Even if it was twenty twenty-five and in New York, in this climate, it's not easy to know so he wanted to be reassuring for the young mom to be. "Oh yeah, the first makeover will be a little sloppy what with all the spit up but she'll get better." Robbie joked along, unserious when he needed to be. When she passed him the drawing, he looked it over and actually pondered. It looked really amazing to him, the woman was obviously very talented. "First, let me just say your drawing skills are amazing. Second, I don't think it's top heavy because the lines at the bottom are simple, so it's not too much. It's a nice detail." His mind flashed briefly to his ex but he shook his head and gave her a bit of a tight lipped smile as he passed the ketch back. "I say go for that."
“Yes! How did you know? Or do you just have an amazing gaydar?” Imogen giggled, but the man had seemingly anticipated her question because he’d answered before she could even really finish asking. A nod of her head because that wasn’t something she was aware of but since he saw no doubt many couples come through his door as a paediatrician, and single parents, he would know better than she did! “Well, that’s great to know because if there is one thing Theo and I are looking for these days it’s safe spaces. We want to carry that on for the baby as well, obviously. Anything to protect her.” It went without saying, either of them would give their own life for their thus unborn daughter. Picking up her coffee (decaf) she smiled a bit at his joke, sliding her sketch across the counter. “You…really? Oh god thank you, this is still my first line with the company so I’m second guessing myself every single second it feels like. Is it too top heavy, is it too bottom heavy, should it have sleeves, have I got too many with sleeves, is lace in at the moment, is beading in? It’s like a wedding dress train just…” she gestured to her head in a circling motion, making a chugging sound. “Rolling around my head twenty four seven.” Taking the sketch back as it was passed over, a small nod. “Noted, I’ll go for it. Just don’t be alarmed if a swat team of fashion police show up banging on your door one morning if you’re wrong.” Imogen teased. @robbiemason
Theo pretended to look disappointed when she said she didn't want to join a cult, face falling and all as they clicked their tongue. "Well, I guess that's it about my surprise then." The brit rolled their eyes, pretending to be annoyed and shaking their head before their smile started to show. Moving from in front of her to next to her, Theo threw an arm around her shoulders, something they been doing a lot lately as it allowed them to place a hand on the bump if they wanted to, and started guiding her through the door.
"It's not a cult but it's not not a cult now that you mention it." Theo chuckled. They knew how crazy people could get about their wedding. Imogen had made them watch enough realities revolving around weddings growing up and they've seen bride wars together. It wasn't fun. But they think they're going to be more relaxed about theirs. "During one my recons around the city, I've found out there's something called, the wedding fair." They explained as they walked in, showing their phone with their tickets at the entrances and thanking the person scanning it. The place decorated like a wedding venue from the get go, lots of flowers everywhere. "I know we're not getting married any time soon but I thought it'd be fun to start looking at things? And it was just on your birthday week. They only do it once a year and it was today! How perfect is that? I had to bring you here." Theo was keeping Immy close, practically whispering all of these into her ear as they looked around. The place seemed filled almost entirely with posh twats but well, Theo could not care less.
Imogen was already laughing at the way Theo was pretending that their surprise had been relating to a cult, but her eyes widened when it was followed up by the mention that it wasn’t….not a cult. “Wait what?” Her laugh becoming a little breathy as she allowed herself to be guided through the door because even if they were walking into the jaws of death she’d happily follow Theo there. Plus it had far too much baby pink bunting to be anything that sinister.
The Wedding Fair. She’d heard tales of these mythical things but never actually been to one herself, even now she was working at Vera Wang she still didn’t really have them on her radar because anyone selling their dresses there would be second party vendors likely selling off old stock from lines that were no longer sold in the flagship stores. No longer anything to do with Vera or her team…one of whom was now Imogen obviously. “Is that what this is? Bloody hell, this is going to be so much fun!” Already giddy as she looked around now they were in the main hall, seeing wedding cakes, flowers, dresses, invitations, thank you cards, honeymoon options…it seemed never ending the hall just stretching as far as they eye could see. “Fun? This is going to be fucking amazing. Best birthday activity ever!!” Turning to look at her fiancee as her voice became a bit of a squeak, grabbing onto on of their hands with both of hers, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “It’s like we’ve been dipped into wedding heaven, oh my god look at those table settings!” Immediately distracted as she pulled them towards a table, only getting half way there before a wedding cake caught her attention from the corner of her eye. “Are those sugar flowers?! They look so real!” @theokent
Resilient little thing, just like mama raised you
So you got that wildfire in your soul
Don't you ever let it go
Make it burn so bright that they all know
In a crowded room a few short years ago
And sometimes there's no proof, you just know
You're always gonna be mine
We're gonna be
I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray
We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made
And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless"
- Timeless (Taylors Version) (From The Vault) - Taylor Swift (2023)
where: Brooklyn wedding fair @ green boutique (April 27th)
Walking around Brooklyn hand in hand, Theo dragged Immy out of the house under the false pretense that they needed to get a few things for dinner and they wanted her to come with because she's been working so much. Technically, it wasn't all a lie. She had been working a lot, trying to get everything organized for when she had no choice but to take her maternity leave but it wasn't why they were out and about this time at least.
Immy's birthday was coming up and they knew she didn't want to do much so this was going to be a nice pre-birthday surprise that they were both going to enjoy. Standing outside Green Boutique, Theo stood in front of her a few steps away from the entrance where a lot of couples were going in and held both her hands. "I know it's not your birthday yet but I have a surprise for you that I think you are going to love." They were no where near close to getting married yet but they were both so excited about that day to come and Theo thought that stepping away from baby planning and do some wedding planning was something Imogen was going to enjoy a lot for her birthday.
Imogen had complained no end when Theo had told her they were leaving the house, mainly because she wanted to vegetate in bed all day. However, since that was what they’d done yesterday as well the woman figured it was only fair to do something for her fiancee instead - balance was one of the keys to a positive relationship she knew that much. So they’d stopped to grab a coffee which the redhead now had in her hand, sipping every so often now it was a little cooler, her almond croissant having been demolished in a few bites upon purchasing.
Frowning a little as they headed towards the entrance of what looked like a convention centre she tried to work out what was going on, but her powers of deductive reasoning seemed to be on holiday. So as Theo started speaking she looked over at them hoping for some kind of clues, eyebrows popping up. “A surprise for me, for my birthday?” Okay well that made her excited, not expecting anything birthday related yet since they still had another couple of days to go. “Do I need to wait until we’re inside to know what it is or are you going to tell me now?” She chuckled, glancing at all the couples heading inside. “Oh god, Theo we’re not joining a cult are we? I mean I know I love those shows on Netflix but I don’t actually want to be in one. I was kidding when I said the one from The Following looked like fun.” Pretending to be scared, but her mouth was twitching in a smirk. @theokent
“ Oh, really? That sounds like a fun show, ” Sebni nodded his head, his lips curling into a smile. He's always had a special place in his heart for quiz shows growing up. They were some of his best teachers as the first-born child of workaholic parents. “ Where were you from in England? I was born in Cairo, ” he readily shared his origins, very interested to meet someone who was from another part of the world as well. That's one of the things he liked about Brooklyn: Everyone has unique origins. “ It is a very calming smell, ” Sebni couldn't keep himself from smiling. She was a very interesting person. She has so much to say, and all of it delighted him to no end. How unfortunate then that he didn't know much about Vera Wang really to delve deeper into that part of her world. But maybe that was just another opportunity in itself... “ When I was growing up, I wanted to be an ichthyologist, a fish scientist. But here we are, a bookstore owner and a fashion designer. I don't think I'd ever change a thing. ”
“It was one of those classic like…low stakes shows. Used to watch it with my tea and my parents, you rooted for people to win but there was no massive consequence either way. No stress involved for the viewer.” She grinned, gesturing to the woman working behind the counter to get her attention, leaning over slightly. “Can I get some curly fries? Thank you! We can share.” She turned to Sebni as she added the last bit. “London, I was born and raised in London. Do you ever miss Cairo…how long ago did you move over here?” Interest in her tone because Egypt was somewhere she’d always wanted to visit, even if she’d been slightly shocked when the reality of how close the pyramids were to the city edge. The more their conversation continued the more interesting she found the man sat next to her, he was clearly incredibly smart which she was greatly enjoying. Even more so when freshly fried fries were placed in front of them, they smelt amazing and even her stomach with five recently consumed fried eggs in it was rumbling once more. “An ichthyologist? That is bloody fascinating! Hey at least as a bookstore owner you can presumably read and stock lots of books on fish, right? A bookstore owner and a fashion designer, it’s a solid combination if you ask me. Cheers to that!” Picking up her mug in order to tap against his. @arabianwrite
“ Hey, maybe we could even be fried eggs buddies... Egg heads? ” Sebni had to chuckle at that, mostly at her hyper focusing on eggs, fried and otherwise. He thought it was cute, interesting even. Not at all very strange and off-putting like others would. He always did find things like very fascinating. “ I'm very sure, Imogen, ” he held out a hand for her to shake. As he always does whenever he makes introductions. “ I'm Sebni Massoud. I own a bookstore, One More Page, over on Carroll Gardens. Vera Wang? That's very impressive, ” Sebni's eyes widened in amazement at her resume. His cousin, the one who wanted to be a fashion designer, wouldn't shut up about Vera Wang. Even to this day, that cousin found ways to include that name in their conversations, no matter how far from fashion they were. “ I'm no wedding dress expert, clearly, but these look very good. They should just remove temporary from your job title. ”
“Eggheads!” She broke out into a delighted grin at that idea, easily pleased - and loving that they seemed to have similar sense of humours. Immy could have been stuck sitting next to someone boring, or worse, humourless, but Sebni had a twinkle in her eye that she was thrilled by. “We used to have a tv show in England called Eggheads, well we still do as far as I know, daytime tv thing. A quiz show, you know how they go!” Reaching out to shake his hand as it was offered, having the humility to blush a little at his flattery about her job. “Thank you! I mean I think Vera Wang probably takes the true title of head head designer but I’m hoping to really make my mark there, it’s a huge opportunity.” Understatement of the year from Imogen there. “So you own a bookstore? That’s awesome! God, that used to be the dream when I was growing up, there is something about the smell of books that is so impossibly calming, you know? Well of course you know! You’re the one who owns the bookstore!!” @arabianwrite
"You could have done that, sure," Ben answered, laughter taking over. "No one would be drinking it after that." With a shake of his head, he glanced back at the counter. "Does anyone actually order anything super elaborate or that a 'in the movies' type thing? Because I do wonder. It's that or it's the guys down in Wall Street." At her question, he looked to his cup a moment. "Latte with coconut milk, not that exciting."
“I wouldn’t blame them for that either.” Imogen giggled, a shrug of her shoulders at the question. “You’re asking the wrong person, although back in England when I was growing up and like Starbucks was new, teenagers used to order the most elaborate things you could imagine. Like a super, double, creamy, mocha, half shot, skim, chocolate chip frappe or something. More like a ice cream than a coffee.” Pulling a face because even talking about something like that right now made her feel pretty fucking unwell. Eyes widening, breaking out into a loud laugh at the mention of it being the guys on wall street. “Wouldn’t that be something! Like they’re all wandering around with their creamy little coffees, a sight to behold. Coconut milk? Oh thank god I didn’t take a sip, that would have gone so badly!” @oftatteredwings
"Gee, thanks." PJ joked, chuckling when Imogen called her inconsequential. Well not directly but she was the other woman after all. She didn't entirely disagree with Imogen but maybe it was all just more nuanced than just a simple affair. "I don't think it was for nothing. Even if him cheating with me was the catalyst... it was something that had to happen eventually. It very much felt like a 'stay together for the kids' type of situation. So no, I don't think I'll feel guilty if we don't... date or whatever. I never made him any promises and he didn't either." She gave a little shrug. "Still doesn't mean I know what the fuck I want." The brunette sighed. It was something she was definitely avoiding thinking about and maybe she didn't even have to. After all Beau said friends. He didn't ask her or a date or anything so maybe she was getting ahead of herself. "Oh shit you dated Jack Freedman? And dumped him over text." Her eyes were wide as plates, covering her mouth in shock. "That's badass Imogen." She nodded. When they circled back to Beau and his kid, PJ realized she left something out. "Oh... um... did I not mention Beau, that the guy's name by the way. He's... like eight years older than me." PJ gave Imogen an awkward toothy grin, pressing her teeth together as if she was a kid who was just caught doing something wrong.
“You’re welcome, but you know I don’t mean that in like general terms. I mean it in terms of their marriage. I don’t doubt that you mean a lot to him and vice versa, but in terms of his wife…it doesn’t matter that it was you, just that it was someone. Anyone. That’s what I mean by inconsequential.” Imogen tried to clarify, giving her a soft smile with her lips pressed together still. “God I hope I never get into a ‘stay together for the kids’ situation, there is something so bleak about that as a concept. Like…” She shook her head, not even wanting to think about it as a possibility for her and Theo because it wasn’t. At least she simply could not picture a way it could. Reaching out she gave the woman’s shoulder a soft squeeze that she hoped was reassuring, because shit if she didn’t understand what it was like to not know what the fuck you wanted, she’d been there for what…five years? But never again. “Uh yep, yes. I did do that. Not that you’d read about that in the magazines and stuff because it’s the truth and god forbid that man ever tell the truth about anything. But thanks. I’ll take badass as a descriptor, it’s much better than all the ones he uses.” Chuckling softly, only for her eyes to widen at the mention of Beau’s age gap with her, not seeing that coming. “Damn! Okay so you’ve gone for an actual daddy in both meanings of the word, I see you.” @pjxtorres
"You'll definitely be needing one of me!" Robbie said cheerfully. "I work at the hospital center. I'm Dr. Robbie Mason which sounds more stuffy than I'd like." He rolled his eyes a bit because he didn't like to take himself to seriously but that was his title after all. "But if you wanted to ask for me, then that's who you'd ask for. Which, please do. I'd love to see you once that little nugget is out!" He loved seeing newborns and knowing a patient all their lives, it was such a special connection to have. It made you feel like you are part of the family. "Yeah they very much do that at this stage." He chuckled. "Oh a little girl! I see a lot of girls." Looking at his hands, he did in fact had his nails painted and he showed the future mom. "They give the best makeovers. I make sure to always see a girl before a date so I get styled." Robbie joked but it did happen more often than not. "Please, you should see my wedding Pinterest board and I'm not even dating anyone so this would have looked totally normal to me if you weren't a fashion designer!" He laughed before he covered his mouth at the name drop. "Shut up. Vera Wang? I love her!"
“I won’t be needing one of you, I will be needing specifically you. I have a midwife but I’m pretty sure they go bye bye once the baby is born so…looks like I met you at the perfect time Dr Robbie mason. My better half is going to be so proud of me for actually doing something constructive in terms of organising baby…things. They’re the one that reads all the books and has all the facts up until now, trust me.” A small self deprecating laugh as she shook her head, looking down at the counter while tapping her nails against the top of it a couple of times. He seemed so enthusiastic and warm, she immediately felt trust for him which was so important to Imogen in this whole process, it’s why she let Theo take control of so much, she trusted them implicitly. “A little girl! We’re so excited. They give the best makeovers? Perfect. I’m glad our little tweety bird will be pulling her weight from the beginning because I mean, we’re an equal effort family, everyone has to have their part to play. She can be our little make over queen.” Obviously joking because … she’d literally be a baby, but the joke was fun to play along with. “Yeah, Vera Wang. You do?! Ah we have so much in common I’m so glad you were here when I had my clumsy moment, now we get to talk all things wedding dresses! Okay but serious talk, take a look at this one for me, what do you think of the trim? I’m worried it might make the dress look a little top heavy.” @robbiemason
"More fries are always a good idea, though, so that certainly can't be a bad thing," Rhys answered with a chuckle and a very casual shrug. If it were him, he'd have been desperate for the break, as much as he loved his job, getting a break from it wasn't the easiest. He'd get called in over and over again. As she went on to attempt to explain the exclamation she'd come out with, he couldn't help the laughter that left him, and he nodded, almost knowingly. "Right," he responded. "I get the picture." It could have been a lot worse, he assumed, going by what she had to say. "I might adopt that one."
“Right?! More fries is always a good idea in my humble opinion. Do you want some?” Maybe she’d feel less guilty about having a third portion if she was sharing it with someone else. Not that she would be technically since she’d order the other his own portion but the point still stood. “Spitballs? Yeah course take it, it’s all yours. I promise I won’t charge you for like…what’s it called…a license or whatever.” She laughed along with him, glad he was the one that picked up her pencil because he seemed like a nice guy - had a warm energy that made her want to be around him. No doubt she wasn’t the only one. “What’s your name?” @oftatteredwings
“ Just a normal amount, got it, ” Sebni couldn't help but find that a bit charming. He didn't think she'd be eating loads of fried eggs. He didn't even know anyone who'd eat that many fried eggs, though he wouldn't deny the possibility that somewhere out there someone late loads of fried eggs willy nilly. Still, for someone who could only take two at a time, he didn't think of himself as anyone in the position to judge others and how many fried eggs they could eat at a time. “ Even if you did, though, I won't judge, ” he gave her a warm smile as he took out a spare pencil from his pocket. Sebni always carried one with him, even if he never used it. As an aspiring writer, he thought that was just the norm for the profession. But multiple novel attempts later, he could still find no use for it. Maybe this was why. “ I'd love to join you. Would it be alright if I took a quick peek at your designs? A cousin of mine wanted to be a fashion designer when we were kids, ” he slowly got up out of his seat, giving the waitress a look that he'll be relocating himself, as he gave Imogen his pencil. “ Here. It should find a better home with you than with me. ”
“Just a normal amount. Normal amount of eggs.” Imogen muttered, as if reassuring him would make the whole strand of the conversation seem less weird when in reality it just look worse. But then he said he would judge even if she did and the redhead (fake redhead) laughed softly, inclining her head slightly. “Thank you. I promise I wouldn’t judge you if you wanted to eat a lot of fried eggs either, this is a fried egg safe space.” Why wasn’t she stopping talking? She was just making things even worse every time she opened her mouth - at least that’s what it felt like as soon as she was done talking again. Returning his warm smile with one of her own, silently vowing to think before she spoke from now on, this poor man didn’t deserve the alternative anymore. “At my designs? Yeah of course.” Sliding the sketchbook along the counter a little towards him as he sat down next to her, delighted surprise on her face as he handed her a pencil of his own. “You sure? I don’t want to take it away from you if you need it….well thank you. I’m Imogen by the way.” She introduced herself. “I’m a womenswear designer normally, but I’m currently doing a year’s position as the temporary head bridal designer at Vera Wang so…that’s why it’s all wedding dresses.” @arabianwrite
