twisted & tangled ; nathaniel and imogen
If Imogen were being perfectly honest, Nathaniel was the last person she would ever choose to watch a movie with. In all actuality, it wouldn't be very hard to guess from the typical demeanor she had taken up around him. In her time so far in Fairview, he was one of the first to actually dish sarcasm back at her, to push her back, to actually challenge her. Now, he had challenged her to watch a movie with him. And if Imogen had one claim to fame, it was that she never backed away from a challenge, especially not from the likes of him.
Which ended her up at his doorstep, arms weighed down not just with the movie, but boxes of candy and bags of popcorn and cans of soda. Imogen had seen the film more times than she would like to admit, so she was really just in it for the snacks - and the satisfaction of continuing her streak of disgust in the face of Nathaniel's charm. She tapped his door with her foot, gently enough to avoid leaving any marks. "Open the door, man. It's cold out here."