"Ugh. Really?" Imogen ducked a little to examine her reflection in one of the diner windows. God, she actually did look like she'd been running around all morning. That was a good look. She sighed and brushed some stray hairs from her forehead. "Lunchtime rush," she explained, straightening up with a shrug and a warm smile. "Where would we be without it?"
Actually, she'd probably be without all the blisters on her heels, but that was neither here or there. She jotted down the coffee order - out of habit more than anything else. Imogen wasn't one to forget orders. She glanced quickly over at her small siblings, then back to the customer, letting. her smile widen pleasantly. A sympathetic crease appeared between her eyebrows. "You sure you don't want a bacon sandwich or something? It does wonders for a hangover."
What with the sunglasses and the rest, it wasn't hard to work out.