Nathalie Was Partial To Three Things: Her Dog, Her Job, And Food. All Three She Made A Point To Devote

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“Right, so summer flowers,” Nathalie chewed on the end of her pen, brow furrowed in light concentration. Her coffee sat largely untouched, condensation creeping down the glass as the ice melted. A true testament to her focus. “Sunflowers, lavender, peonies, dahlias... am I missing anything?” Green eyes flicked up to her partner. Catie was her planning guru, so to speak, and the brunette nearly heaved a sigh of relief when she agreed to meet at Coffee With Love. She could source the decorations and had already set that process in motion, but she needed someone to give her cues on what was and wasn’t considered appropriate for a block party. Vibrant colors and celebrations were not her strong point, if her own ensemble of deep navies and black leather was any indication. “Do you know how to make leis? I was thinking ropes of flower garland could be nice stretched across the street.” @caaatiemttws​

Nathalie scoffed, leaning easily against the back of the booth. At this point in their friendship, she hardly batted an eye at the frequently vitriolic nature of their conversations. In truth, it was a relief to be completely unfiltered — even if it was only to fill the hour between surgeries. Today, an aortic stenosis would be waiting for her. The thought alone almost brought a smile to her face, until she remembered the utter bullshit being hurled her way. “Please, you bloody fucking donkey, I bet you think alkaline water actually changes body acidity.” Nat sipped her coffee dismissively, scowling down at the mug. Coffee, on the other hand, was very easily tainted. She offered the waiter a polite smile when they set the food down, waiting until they were out of earshot before continuing. No need to mar their image of two completely professional doctors sharing a friendly lunch. “Not all of us adults need ‘spring water fresh from mother nature’s arse’.”

vinnie leaned forward, feeling the diner table pressing against his stomach as he tried lowering his voice. “are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he quipped, voice laced with anger. vinnie knew that himself and natahlie were aware the anger shared between them was for fun, but that didn’t mean any of their surrounding peers did. “how the hell can you say that all bottled water tastes the same? are you a fuckin’ psychopath or?” his eyes glared forward at the raven haired girl before him, knowing that she was in the high tier of being a close friend to him - however, he also knew it might not be that obvious to everyone else. to them, they were two individuals in doctor wear, bickering about something that didn’t matter. but to them, it mattered immensely. “thank you,” vinnie said, changing his tone as soon as their lunch was delivered to them, right on time. he knew he needed to get back to his office in the next thirty minutes for his seventh appointment of the day. @nathxle​

Did I, uh–did I say something wrong? I’m getting a vibe like I just made a really bad first impression.

Task #03 – N A T H A L I E  H A L E ’ S  H O M E  

Why do I cry for the feelings, I’ll never show and the unspoken words , I’m afraid to say.

m-a-d–h-a-t-t-e-r (via m-a-d–h-a-t-t-e-r)

pvrisrutherford‌:

“oh, yeah no. i think i’m good. probably should have gotten fried pickles though, i hear they’re good. but i can’t imagine how a fried pickle is actually good.” paris replied and snorted softly. though as nathalie mentioned setting her up, paris rolled her eyes and laughed. “i’ll just give her a big tip and leave my number on the receipt.” she replied and laughed softly. she grabbed her soda that had been brought to her moments ago and took a long sip before knitting her brows in nathalie’s direction. “why do you think i’ve got something else on my mind?”

Nathalie nearly gagged at the idea. “Fried pickles… there are some things about America I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. Honestly, I’d take haggis over that bollocks,” she noted around a chuckle. “Classy. Just hope she doesn’t spill anything on it.” Hearing Paris’s question, she gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s cute—“ another glance over her shoulder confirmed as much, “But you do realize that a large part of my job is figuring out when people are lying, yes? Sure she’s a distraction, she’s just not enough of one to have you staring off into space for five minutes.” Nat sipped from her coffee easily, waiting for Paris to protest her assessment.

caaatiemttws​:

Catie was actually very excited to be on the decorating committee this year at the block party. Especially since it was her first block party in 10 years. Her mother always contributed when she was younger so it was so much fun to actually be a part of it now as an adult. She was very excited to be working with Nathalie. She never had an older sister figure and she had hopes that maybe this event would bring them close. Especially since she admired Nathalie’s career. If she wasn’t an artist/taxidermist maybe she would have used her degree in Biology to actually be a doctor. She sipped on her coffee and grabbed out her Ipad so she could doodle ideas as they came up with them. “Don’t forget daisies!” she added. “I do know how to make leis! It’s not that hard. We just need needles, thread, and lots of flowers. Think of it as sewing flowers together.” A light bulb then went off in Catie’s head, “since we’re doing leis– should we do a beach theme?” she asked. 

Has Nathalie ever been to a block party? No. Has she ever had an interest in them? Also no. But she was determined to throw a great one, and her determination was the unstoppable kind. It helped that her partner seemed happy to be participating, that energy was sure to speed up the process. With a nod, she scrawled ‘daisies’ onto her list. The florist was either going to love or hate her when she placed her behemoth order. “When you put it like that, I should be able to get a handle on it,” she hummed, offering a smile as she finally took a sip from her coffee. “Fun, quintessentially summer... beach theme it is.” Returning to her notepad, she wrote their theme in comically-large letters along with everything that came to mind with beaches. Surely she could find a couple of palm trees somewhere. “What made you go into art?” she asked while she wrote, glancing up a little, “If you don’t mind my asking.”

pvrisrutherford‌:

paris let out a laugh and scrunched her nose hearing the woman mention haggis. “oh god. no!” she exclaimed and clutched at her chest. “the last time i had haggis i was with my mates and it was on a dare. probably the worst two seconds of my life.” she said and nearly gagged thinking about the awful food again. paris rolled her eyes again and sat quietly for a moment as nat assessed her, wasn’t that what therapists were for? “oh c’mon. if i needed dr. nathalie i would have said so?” she asked, raising a brow. “i don’t wanna talk about it, it’s stupid and childish and i’ll get over it i’m sure. so stop assessing me and try one of these!” she said as her order was brought out and paris ordered herself some boneless wings. “they’re to die for.” another distraction, right?

“I’ve met one person who genuinely likes the stuff. I don’t think I’ve spoken to them since,” Nathalie smirked. Overreactions over inconsequential things happened to be her strong point. Finished with her inspection, she raised her hands in mock surrender. ”Okay, okay, I won’t prod.” And she wouldn’t. She had more than enough thoughts and musings that she’d rather not bring to light. Taking one of the offered wings, she eyeballed it for a moment, “Are you going to hate me if I tell you I’ve never had one?” Nat took a tentative bite, expression falling blank. “These… are incredible. Help yourself to all of my fries.”

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