Going to Jake’s home had broken the awkward tension that had been between them since ‘The Kiss.’ When Emma walked into the office on Friday morning, it was to find Jake there already. He was sitting at his desk, his fingers tugging at his hair, and his head resting on his hands with his elbows resting on the desk as he read a document in front of him.

“Morning,” she said cheerily as she took her seat behind her desk and woke up her computer.

“Tell me something,” he said without returning her greeting and not looking up from the page in front of him. “Honestly. What did you think...