Thread: To Talk (ATTN: Emma)

Emma wanders into the coffee hause dressed in a white angora sweater and jeans, her red hair in a loose bun at the back of her head, she looks around until she spots Sophia and makes her way to her friend's chair.

"This seat taken?" She jokes. Sitting down she asks, "How have you been?"

Sophia sets her drink down when Emma walks in. "I have been well, and how are you dear? Your text sounded ergent."

Emma receives a text from Benjamin: Would like to meet with you when you are available.

Emma smiles, "Well, I would say urgent just..." Feeling her phone vibrate she reaches into her pocket and says, "I'm sorry, I have to take this, I'm expecting an important text."

Looking at her phone she reads the text and furrows her brow. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" She sighs. Texting back to Benjamin she writes: "Give me 20 minutes? I'm at the coffee haus. Where do you want to meet?"

Putting her phone into her pocket again she says, "Looks like this meeting may be shorter than I hoped." Sitting down she smiles, "So I'll get right to the point. Things with Tino are..." she tries to find the right words, "... going very well. He's asked me on a trip over Lent. Sophia, I haven't felt this good in a lot of years and you're a large part of the reason. I just wanted to thank you for all that you've done."

Text: "No urgency. Call when you are free. We can meet at the warehouse."

Emma pulls her phone out again and replies to the text: "Will do."

She looks up to Sophia, "Doesn't seem urgent, thank god." She sighs. "So, yea, Tino and me..." She smiles.

Sophia smiles while Emma checks her phone, “Things are going well then? I am glad.”

"Better than good." Emma says conspiritorially. She sits down and drops her voice to barely above a whisper. "I... I kissed him." She giggles much as she did in Springfield in the limo.

"I feel like an idiot. I've never been this retardly smitten... and, I know he just lost the woman he loved his whole life and I shouldn't be so stupid as to believe that those feelings have fluttered away with her..." Emma hesitates, her smile fading slightly. "Death." she decides is the right word.

"But..." Her smile faintly returns. "I am. I can't help but feeling like this may be my way to hang on to something very dear to me and maybe I can help him like you asked."