location: ambrosia cafe, 11am. open to: closed for @ianxcartwright.
she’d worked hard to separate her life from the period of time she’d spent at camp half-blood. from the moment the battle of manhattan had ended until eight years ago she’d disappeared, flown under the radar as best as she could and truly cut ties with any of the others that dwelled within the city and claimed a similarity to herself. for the most part. a few of them had slipped through the cracks of her life here and there, but for the most part moira hardwicke was an unknown, an enigma, a question mark in the memories of anyone who tried to recall their time there ---if they’d remembered her at all. the awkward girl with knobby knees and judgment scrawled harshly across features she hadn’t yet grown into, she wouldn’t be offended if they didn’t quite recall her. it had been preferred, really. but here she was, sitting across from one of the sons of hades with a cup of warm coffee pressed between the tips of her fingers of either hand. and she felt placid.
ian cartwright was always as awkward as moira had been. quiet, knobby, and a little weird ... but perhaps that was the appeal, now. part of the reason she’d offered to have coffee with him in the first place, though in retrospect it didn’t quite seem like it was appropriate to give him her number on the job. in the middle of the ER, transferring a patient from her care to his, while he scrubbed in. they both looked a bit harried but controlled in the situation, as if the moment and wash of recognition between the two of them was more surprising than the trauma patient that connected them. oh hey, i know you in passing, and the offer for coffee thereafter. totally inappropriate, but here they were.
“ so, a surgeon, huh? wanted to keep a lock on your social life being to a minimum or you really like helping people that much? ” not like she could claim otherwise ---the appeal to the work of a paramedic was much of the same: fast-paced, to discover the inner workings of people while helping, and to have a convenient excuse to keep social interactions outside of work to a minimum. but here she was. and here he was.
and time had done them both some good.