Welcome to the first of my collab series 🤩

This one is made by careamel12 and I absolutely love how the imagine turned out ♡ Shower them with love, luvies!!

Requested by everthisful_

ENTP (male) x ISFJ (female)

In her opinion, doing her morning routine has always been one of the best parts of Olivia's day. She loved the peaceful solitude of her room as she took care of herself and gathered her thoughts, preparing for the day ahead of her. This was exactly what she was doing now, as she gazed at herself in the mirror, putting her makeup on. 

Today was the day of the Flower Fest, an activity headed by the student dormers each year to celebrate Valentine’s day, in which they send a person of their choice flowers, bought from and delivered by volunteering dormers.  This year, Olivia was voted to lead the preparations by the dorm officers, along with James, one of her dormmates, who volunteered to help her out. 

A small smile made its way to her face, as she thought of her surprisingly helpful colleague. 

James had been wonderful to work with over the course of the preparations, suggesting her ideas left and right. He even went as far as to text her in the middle of the night, claiming that he would forget his ideas if he didn't share them with her then and there. She had suggested for him to write it down in his notes so he wouldn't, to which he only sent her a shrugging emoji with "I like discussing my ideas with you." 

Flustered, she had forgotten to respond to that text, in the midst of her suddenly racing heart, and trying to figure out if he meant something by that message. 

When she had realised her mistake the next morning, she immediately felt terrible for leaving him hanging, and went in search of him to apologise. That's when the flirting started. 

And if she was to be honest with herself, she wouldn't say she didn't like it. 

Another alarm went off, this time coming from her phone, and she packed her makeup back into its kit, having just about finished as well. It was time to head out. 

*****

The hallway was cold and quiet as Olivia silently made her way out of her room, closing the door gently behind her, so as not to make a sound. It was still very early, about four in the morning to be exact, and most of the building was still tucked away in their beds, fast asleep. 

The volunteers had decided to deliver the flowers very early so that the other dormers could have them by the time they woke up. They agreed to meet at the lobby of the fourth and top floor of the dorm, where there were fewer occupants, and fewer people to likely walk in on them. 

As Olivia made her way up the stairwell, she quickly went over the plan she had made a few days ago and was now to be put into action. She was going to deliver James flowers, ones that she got for him. However, she didn't want to let him know, as she was all of a sudden feeling very shy around him. So instead of putting her name on the card that came with the bouquet, she simply put 'Anonymous' on it. But deep down, she hoped he would know it was her who sent them. 

*****

Watching his fellow volunteers drag themselves into the meeting area strangely felt like watching a bunch of zombies rise from the dead. James couldn't blame them, he felt much the same way as they did. Normally he would still be in his REM cycle at this hour, but he had just about managed to pull himself out of bed to help out with the last stages of the Flower Fest. 

Attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes, James spotted Olivia standing at the top of the stairs in the corner of his vision, seeming to have just arrived. She looked surprisingly as put together as she would any other day, considering how early it is. Their eyes met for a moment, and he wondered if she could read exactly what was on his mind just by looking into his eyes. He quickly shook the thought off. It didn't make any sense. Not unless she had telepathy, in which case the last time he checked, didn't exist in the real world. They gave each other a smile in greeting, and he gestured her over to the large table at the centre of the room, next to where he stood. It was covered in the bouquet of flowers that they had worked so hard to arrange the day before, some in small baskets, and the rest tied together with ribbons and wrapped in clear cone-shaped plastic. 

"Good morning guys," Olivia greeted quietly to the rest of the volunteers, moving over to stand beside him. 

A chorus of mumbled "Morning," was all she got in response. 

And just like that, they got to work. Olivia started handing out small pieces of paper with the names of the recipients of the flowers printed on them, along with their room numbers, whilst James handed over the bouquet of flowers to be delivered. A silence hung in the air as they went about their tasks, broken only by the shuffling of feet by the volunteers. It didn't help James at all, who was still feeling quite sleepy. So he decided to strike up a conversation if only to keep himself awake. 

Leaning over, he gazed at Olivia, who was intently focusing on her work, not a hint of tiredness on her face. "How are you so put together this early?" he asked.

Looking up, Olivia met his eye and just shrugged. 

He frowned. 

"Hey, it's not so bad. At least if we do this now, you won't have to worry about it later if you have...a date or something." There was a slight tone of hesitation in her words. 

"You doubt I have a date?" he teased. 

"Well, maybe you do." 

"Oh, you have no idea," he mumbled to himself, thinking of the plan he had devised the night before, the reason why he was so exhausted now. 

"Huh?" 

"Nothing." He gave a dismissive wave. "Are any of these yours?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I don't know, are you getting something, for or from someone?" 

"None that I'm aware of, no." 

*****

If James remembered correctly, which he hoped he did, Olivia's room was room number 2A3. He glanced around the empty hallway, making sure truly no one was around to see him. Not a soul was in sight, so he darted to the third door to the left, and carefully dropped the flowers that seemed to have been burning a hole through his hand. Heart racing, he made a point to continue with his deliveries as if nothing ever happened. 

Why was he doing this? Part of him wanted simply to make her curious as to who the sender was because he knew she'd figure it out eventually. After all, who would send her a bouquet of five kinds of flowers. They practically screamed his name like he was guilty of some sort of crime. 

The other part of him, the one that he had been repressing for the sake of his ego, just wanted to catch her attention but didn't exactly know how. 

Truth was, Olivia made him curious, even before they started working on the preparations together. In fact, she was the whole reason he volunteered to help with the Flower Fest this year. 

And he didn't even understand why he was so curious about her. For how good he was at business management, he certainly didn't know what made him tick very well. But he sure wanted to find out, and maybe Olivia could help him with that. 

Finishing up his last delivery on the second floor, he made his way back to the stairwell and watched as Olivia made her own way down from the floor above. 

Noticing him too, she gave him a friendly smile. "Done already?" 

"Not yet, still got one last round to go. You?" 

"All done." 

"Really? You slacking off?" 

"Hey, it's not my fault you decided to hog all the flowers for yourself." There was a slight hint of defensiveness to her tone. 

"What can I say?” He grinned. "I'm very helpful."  

She just shook her head in response and continued down the stairs. 

James made sure to make it out of there before she reached her door. 

***** 

Olivia walked down the cement path that lead back to the dorm building, a file of papers clutched tightly in her cold hands. The chill of the evening started to set in, making her shiver as the sound of thunder shook the overcast sky. It was going to rain, and too soon for her to still be able to make it to the safety of the dorm before she got caught in it. 

Throwing a hurried glance around, she sighed in relief when she saw that she was right outside the library. She made a mad dash for its shelter and watched as the sky opened up, just as she made it to the entrance. 

Shoulders slumping, she berated herself for not bringing an umbrella. 

Just as she was about to step inside, she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head to get a better look, she met the gaze of a familiar face that she hadn't seen in days. 

The last time Olivia saw James was after she finished delivering the bouquets for the Flower Fest, and he was finishing up his deliveries on the second floor. She remembered finding flowers at her door, a strange assortment of five kinds, all in one bouquet. She didn't see a name on it, just a card attached that had 'Anonymous' written on it. Confused and curious, she was about to ask James who it was from, but when she looked around for him, he was already gone. 

Now he was running towards her, unfortunately, caught in the rain. 

Hair wet and sticking to his forehead, he made it to shelter beside her, breathing heavily. 

She stared at him, realising. 

"What?" he asked, catching her in the act. 

"You were the one who sent them, weren't you?" 

Confusion swept over James's expression before it cleared. "Um, yeah..." He grinned sheepishly. 

Olivia blushed, looking away to try to hide it. 

James shifted, clearing his throat. "Did you like them?" 

Flicking her gaze back to him, Olivia studied his face, then nearly burst out laughing at the uncomfortable expression knotting it. He looked so adorable at that moment. "Yeah, I did." 

He visibly relaxed, before his gaze zoned in on her, probably just as intensely as she did with him earlier. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "And were you?" 

She nodded.

Their eyes met once more before they both looked away. 

"We should probably get inside", Olivia suggested as a gust of wind blew in, spraying the two with stray raindrops. 

James nodded, but stopped her before she could turn away by placing his hand on her shoulder. "By the way,” he started, “wanna head out for coffee sometime?" 

Olivia gave him a bright smile. "Sure, when?" 

"Whenever you like. You decide." 

"What about... Sunday afternoon?" 

"Sounds good." 

And with that, they both finally made their way inside, side by side.

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I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for requesting and waiting ♡

careamel12 and I will be working on some of the imagines together and I'm happy to have someone with me! o7 (salute!) I hope everyone will be looking forward to our future collabs! ♡

Some positive traits of ENTP: calm, adaptable, inventive
Some positive traits of ISFJ: reliable, practical, enthusiastic