I am posting this from the past! Because hopefully, as you read this, I am sleeping and playing lots of video games while recovering from surgery. Scheduled posts… magic.
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TRANSCRIPT
Panel 1 (textless; Alex looks around and spots a waiter carrying champagne)
Panel 2 (Alex pulling Imogen away from the group)
Alex: Oh, look, drinks! I’m parched. We’ll catch up later.
Imogen: It was so nice to meet you! Thanks!
off-panel: Good luck!
Panel 3 (Alex takes some champagne while Imogen collects herself)
Imogen: Oh my gosh, embarrassing!
Panel 4 (Alex hands Imogen a flute of champagne)
Imogen: I can’t tell if it’s worse if they assume we’re dating, or if they think I’m just a charity case to you.
Alex: Oh, dating, for sure. They’d be more sorry for you for that.
I did get the impression Alex has had a History, of sorts, dating-wise, judging by the brunch, but still, kind of wonder if her friends are getting too invested in what she opts to do about that.
Aaaaaaand then Imogen says “oh c’mon, I’d be the lucky one, dating you!” After which Alex immediately blue screens because two very different reactions try to coexist in her brain at once: (1) NO SEE IF ONLY *I* COULD BE SO LUCKY PLZ DATE ME 🥺🥰 & (2) 🚨🚨 WARNING WARNING 🚨🚨 AVOID ROMANTIC COHABITATION BECAUSE [insert anxiety or trauma or whatever else here, aaaaaugh we need more backstory]