...Dickinson pov…

I sat in silence next to Emile, the room enveloped in an uncomfortable stillness. We had been sitting like this for what felt like an eternity, our thoughts drifting in and out, the only sound the occasional rustle of fabric as we shifted in our seats.

Don't you think it is time to go home Emile said as her eyes looked at the wall clock.

"Uh… I don't mean it that way," she added as if sensing my discomfort, my face twitched.

ask"Are you pursuing me?" I couldn't help but ask. " From my house? I added.

"No," she said softly. "It's just that my mom will be...