there was a mix of emotions swelling inside sigrid as the young man , charlie , mentioned signe's name. no one could ever be emotionally prepared for their own child to grow up and find a person to create a life with. truthfully , sigrid didn't know if she'd ever wished for it. not because she didn't want signe to be happy , quite the opposite , but because there was no way for sigrid and søren to be 100% sure that the person she chose would be a good one. such was the pain of parenthood. "charlie ," she repeated slowly , tasting the letters as they left her mouth. the cheeky comment about the mother - daughter similarities was amusing , but sigrid tried to keep her smile at bay , at least for now. "she's a very smart girl. very attentive." it was clear as day , the way charlie spoke about her daughter , that this was not some fling that was to pass in a few weeks. he had the same , terrifyingly loving , look in his eyes as søren had had , all those years ago. "you've been spending a lot of time together ?"
"Definitely the latter," Charlie chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Wasn’t exactly raised around art.. unless you count football posters and grafitti, which I do consider art, but I’ve got more time now. And a pretty brilliant teacher."
He stood a little straighter as she offered her hand, reaching out to shake it. "Charlie Hughes. It’s lovely to meet you, Sigrid. And.. yeah, I see the resemblance now. That’s mad." A softer smile settled on his face as he added, "Your daughter’s the teacher I was talkin’ about. She’s got a great eye for art, patient too. I’ve learned a lot from her already, and she tells me where she got it from."
who: lian & @dcwnfalls where: sunrise café
lian slid in to her seat with practiced ease , "so ," she started , as if they were in the middle of a conversation and she was merely moving it forward. "do you think that i could convince you to go out with me this weekend ?" kaya batted their eyes in an exaggerated display of affection. she took a sip of tea , smiling happily as chamomile and lavender spread across her tongue. "i know you probably have a lot of work to get through , but i personally think we deserve an evening without worries and a lot of dancing."
lian bounced into the book nook after her shift , ready to visit a friend and cause some mischief. she watched him talk to a customer , who nearly spooked the poor boy half to death , and navigate their questions with ease. lian was almost , almost , envious with how at home jasper looked in the space , between the tall shelves and thousands of unbroken spines. once jasper was finished she eagerly jumping on their friend where they were hiding behind the counter. "hi , pookie ! don't you sound proper ," they cooed , looking into the big doe eyes that always looked like they knew too much. "i almost considered buying the books you were talking about , just because of your sales skills."
「 ✱ 」 STATUS ﹕ open . 「 ✱ 」 LOCATION ﹕ the book nook . 「 ✱ 」 WITH ﹕ jasper & open ( @palmviewstarters )
it was a quiet day at the bookstore, with only the sighs of worn pages to keep jasper company, and so he softly hummed to himself as he sorted through the new arrivals. romance, mythological retellings, dusty vintage classics. piles towered over the timid boy that cast wobbling shadows over his features. the shuffle of company brought him from his trance. an elbow nudged the leaning tower of thrillers, and in a moment jasper’s arms were filled with cascading novellas threatening to spill. “hey ! sorry, one second … ” paperbacks were shrugged onto the counter with a limp plop. breathless, they attempted to fix a strand of unruly brunette which promptly pinged back into its clumsy position. the ends of their fingers were inky from refilling the receipt printer and they smeared a long black mark across their forehead. “are you looking for something particular today ? we have the right book for everybody.”
whenever agnes felt in need of a pick - me - up , they knew where to turn. it wasn't the closest café to where they lived , but the reasons for their visits became clear the moment agnes stepped through the doors. "pais , you're here." agnes skipped up , cheerful demeanor not fitting with the rest of their appearance. "blonde roast ? querida , i thought you knew my order by now." they leaned against the counter in an overly exaggerated pose. it was always fun to tease paisley whenever they could , and always enjoyed watching the look on her face when they did. "iced americano , as always." they peered at paisley while she worked on their order. "you doing okay , babes ? i feel like i haven't seen you in forever."
「 ✱ 」 STATUS ﹕ open . 「 ✱ 」 LOCATION ﹕ sunrise cafe . 「 ✱ 」 WITH ﹕ paisley & open ( @palmviewstarters )
it was a few hours into her shift and already paisley's apron was covered in chocolate smears, whipped cream and the crumbs of cinnamon rolls. she wondered why being a barista wasn't considered an emergency service, grinding beans and pouring countless hot drinks for palmview's most important inhabitants. the doctors with veins like maps in the whites of their eyes, the businessmen that grunted in her direction in lieu of thanks. either way, she loved it — being able to speak to strangers and make connections, talking of the weather and the news and new tea blends that their customers just needed to try. enthusiasm was like an ebbing heartbeat ; constantly thrumming in the background of her every movement. when she saw the next face in the queue, paisley propped herself up on her palms and leaned halfway over the counter, a warm beam of a smile on her lips. “what can i get you today ? ” she asked, “we have a blonde roast that’s to die for.”
adriana had been a familiar face in the holmström house. ever since they landed in palmview signe and adriana had been joined at the hip and sigrid couldn't be more grateful for the warmth and acceptance she'd shown her daughter. to then have her as a student had only deepened the affection. "things not easing up at work ? they're working you to the bone , sweetheart." it was easy to fall into the mothering role she'd always had with adriana. sigrid wasn't as extroverted and warm as her husband , but for adriana she always managed to make an exception. "if you need anything you know we are here for you." it was not a question. "we share similarities. very swamped with finals and last minute assignments." the statement however , made sigrid shake her head in mock disappointment. "signe moved out and it's like everyone forgot where we live."
On days when Adriana hadn't had back-to-back meetings, she loved to bring her laptop to the cafe to work from there. She'd filled a table with portfolios, multiple tabs open on her computer with events soon to be coming up. Adriana frowned when she'd heard the familiar noise of an empty iced coffee, though it was short lived as she only had to walk a few feet to refill. Just as she'd been making her way to the counter, eyes fixed on getting to the barista, she'd almost bumped into someone else.
"Hi!" Her voice immediately a higher pitch in surprise and excitement. "I'm incredible, swamped with work but I've got some exciting things in motion." Adriana smiled warmly at the sight of her former professor and mother of a dear friend of hers. "How are you?! I haven't seen you in forever."
"she moved out recently ," she stated , as if that explained everything. "i just want to celebrate her achievements. she works so hard. she deserves it." a small smile played on her face and she nodded , pleased , as the young man rattles off a few titles. "she doesn't have dirt femme yet. i'll take that one."
“ for you daughter ? ” milo echoes back , recalling how his parents always brought home albums for him to spin from a young age onward . “ you're a good mom , ” well — maybe he was quick to assume , but that was beyond the point . “ we do have tove lo . we just go in a reissue of queen of the clouds but it looks like we also have … dirt femme & blue lips ? do any of those sound about right ? ”
most days her husband was a very put together. then there were days like these where he barely remembered to put shoes on. sigrid was standing at the information desk in the lobby , about to text søren to let him know that his dinner was waiting for him. just as she was about to hit send a familiar , smooth voice behind her. "you're such an idiot ," sigrid replied with a loud eyeroll , even as a soft smile spread across her face. she leaned in and gave him a quick kiss , not wanting to give too much pda at his place of work. "forgot something today ?" she asked teasingly and raised his bag with the leftovers he'd saved for today. she handed it over and , in a moment of want , reached out and took his hand. she hadn't seen him since this morning , when she left for work. "will it be a late night tonight ?"
「 ✱ 」 STATUS ﹕ open . 「 ✱ 」 LOCATION ﹕ seaglass hospital . 「 ✱ 」 WITH ﹕ søren & utp ( @palmviewstarters )
doctor holmström had been working at seaglass hospital for close to a decade, and there were still days that surprised him. those days he preferred spending evenings with his wife — or with their daughter when she was home for an evening — but every few weeks he was scheduled for the emergency department, and it was one of those nights where the hours would stretch into the early morning and he would likely return covered in questionable bodily fluids. it was when he was walking back to check on the junior doctors that he paused, backed up, and turned to the figure waiting in the lobby, straightening his name badge and approaching … “have you been seen yet, or are you waiting for anyone ? do you want to come through to the consulting room and i can check you over ? ”
elation — /ɪˈleɪʃn/. great happiness and exhilaration.
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sigrid looked up at the soft knocking , only to be met with vivi's smiling face poking through the door. there was no telling when the younger woman would pop up and sigrid had started to learn that she'd just have to roll with the punches. "luck would be on your side today ," sigrid allowed with a small sigh , closing her notebook and putting it to the side. for someone as used to their routines as sigrid , having vivienne come and disrupt them had been tough in the beginning. now it was ( sometimes ) welcome. at the mention of her daughter sigrid perked up. "i'll definitely bring this home with me. thank you for the gifts." sigrid put the gifts on her desk to wait for her as she got back. "so , where do you think we should go ?"
at palmview university with sigrid holmström … @ofelation
“ 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐈 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 ? ” she asked , poking her head through the door after knocking a couple times . “ i'm here in 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 that you have no lectures for a while so we can perhaps grab lunch . plus , i come bearing gifts . ” it really helped that the university was 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑 from her restaurant , made it possible for vivi to pop up like that . “ your daughter likes chocolate , doesn't she ? or am i 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 ? ah , either way i have a box of the best ones you'll ever have . if there is 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 the monegasque know how to do , it is chocolate . life - changing how 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 these are . also some wine for your date nights . ”
meeting ones boss on your off hours was never a goal in anyone's life. of that agnes was pretty sure. it was like seeing your grandma text , or a dog wearing a jumper. you always felt like something was off about the visual. agnes didn't work in a traditional space , but the rules still applied. daxton only existed within the four walls of the lost boy ink , and that's where he probably should've stayed. "well , that's fucking rude ," agnes replied defensively , lighting their own cigarette to fill the silence in the air. "i'm your favourite employer and you just talk shit about me. have a little faith , will you ? no trouble has been caused today … yet." they smiled , a teasing , toothy smile , and plopped down on the bench next to him. "for your information , if you must know ," they started , watching as the smoke from their cigarettes made patterns against the sky , "i'm going on a date today. with a girl. she is really hot."
location : sunset villa beach. status : open . ( @palmviewstarters )
he leaned back against the peeling wooden bench, the salty breeze of palmview ruffling his hair as he glanced around the bustling boardwalk. his tattooed fingers idly drummed against the edge of the bench, rhythm in sync with the distant crash of waves. the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the surf shops and beachside vendors, their neon signs flickering to life as dusk settled in. he pulled a blunt from his pocket, tapping it thoughtfully against his palm before lighting it up, the tip flaring bright in the growing twilight. inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes, letting the familiar burn settle in his chest. he hadn’t relaxed in a minute — time had a funny way of slipping past in this town, days bleeding into each other with the rhythm of tides.
he exhaled, smoke curling up toward the sky as footsteps approached, scattering seagulls nearby. he cracked one eye open, a smirk curling his lips. " well, look what the tide dragged in. " he drawled, flicking ash to the pavement. his gaze lingered, curiosity sparking in his eyes as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. " so, what kinda trouble you get yourself into today? "
at first glance , most would say that sigrid and søren were an uneven match. søren was loud , and cheerful , and more than a bit silly. sigrid had on several occasions been told that she was stiff and awkward to talk to , which wasn't completely wrong. she was just introverted and preferred the company of people she knew. søren could charm an entire room within minutes of entering it. it was how she'd been charmed all those years ago. twenty five years of endless flirting and sigrid still found søren as charming as she had back then. "i bet you say that to all the women walking through those doors." it was easy to follow along in the routine by now. "but now that i'm thinking about it , i'm feeling a little faint. where can i get this promised mouth to mouth ?" it was the type of cheese that only søren could bring out of her. sigrid placed her hand on her husband's chest and gently pushed him away , eyes daring around at the busy icu. "you'll take it easy ?" sigrid wasn't sure what she wanted to do was spend her evening at the hospital , however much she loved her husband. "i'll stay if you come eat with me. you need to rest your leg when you have long shifts like this."
he would be the first to admit that he had been a little … untethered since signe had flown the nest. it was cold without her, and søren ached to hear excited footsteps in the room next door or a key in the lock in the early hours of the morning. he was wearing her tie today, the one she had constructed for him in her early textile days — it was a patchwork of odd fabrics with wispy threads, but he adored it all the same. the only thing stopping him from floating up into space, as it always had been, was sigrid, with her unflappable nature and her stern expression which he had fallen in love with twenty - five years before. “now, love, that’s hardly fair,” he replied in her mother tongue. søren still flirted as though they had only just met, as though they were lovesick teenagers — in a way, he still was. “i saw a beautiful woman in my waiting room and i wanted to know whether i needed to give her mouth to mouth. i’m still tempted … ” and he couldn’t resist. søren leaned forward and pressed their lips together again, a little less chastely than his wife had initiated. he took the bag and nodded gratefully, squeezing her hand in his much larger one. “it’s looking like i’ll be here for a while, sunflower. you’re welcome to keep me company. i have some admin to catch up on after i make sure the fellows are surviving out there.”