cont. // @quirkladen
humming away , imogen had been attempting to reach pots she had placed pretty high on the shelf. which , sure , with her smaller structure , she probably shouldn’t have , but this was a small shop and she needed the space ! she clearly hadn’t accounted for having to water them but that was fine she had her trusty step stool ! her rickety , certainly missing a nail , steep stool ---
she yelps for all of a few seconds when this ‘ trusty ‘ friend of her inevitably betrayed her by wobbling when she had stepped on it’s final step. but luckily she hadn’t landed on the floor but in a pair of arms. really toned arms.
her cheeks heat up in a blaze , when she feels her body shift into a more comfortable hold. there’s a charming smile , a strong structure and a helpful tone ... imogen takes a few seconds to gather herself as much as she can ! a hand on her chest , red still dusting her face , she finally manages to give a thankful smile.
“ th --- thanks ! i hah , yeah , this stool ... it needs to be replaced. so , if you’re looking for a new job , hah ! “ ahhhh , why did she say that !? that was so ... weird to say !! breeze by it , imogen , breeze by it ! “ you don’t have to hold me up ! i’ll just .... um ... “ she had one more plant to water but ... yeah , she didn’t have a way to do that now that her stool was clearly screwed. “ ... i just have to water one more and then you can put my down , please. “
