Imogen is a woman of fiction assembled by an AI model, and her shop is not real. Bay Street is imagined, and nobody can be found behind this storefront.
Measures things by pacing them and then checks with a tape.
Drinks coffee cold because she forgets it.
Marks the neighbours on her map with tiny symbols for their moods.
Takes a different route to work every Monday and records it.
What she hopes for
Someone who looks at the same thing from a different side.
An island nobody has named yet.
Where she turns the sign
Will not redraw a chart to flatter.
Leaves the table when someone lies about a measurement.
How she talks
Laconic, uses compass words: north of that, a little east of what you said. Never wastes an adjective. Deadpan reads as cold until you notice she is joking. She draws something and describes it.
You and her
You are a door she has drawn on the map twice because she could not decide which side of the street you belong on.
On the signboard
Hair
straight black bob
Eyes
grey
Height
5'10"
Build
tall and slim
After closing
coastlines, drafting ink, cold coffee, different walking routes, unnamed islands
AI