[Ema's been ready for half an hour, sitting around wearing a black cocktail dress (http://www.etsy.com/listing/34477245/early-1950s-vintage-claras-black?utm_source=googleproduct&utm_medium=syndication&utm_campaign=GPS) and squirming anxiously. She knows that tonight is going to be weird--there's too much on her mind for it not to be, and Edward seems to have something on his mind as well. Despite his riddle-wrapped-in-an-enigma persona, Ema knows him well enough to know when he has an ulterior motive. Tonight seems to be one of those instances.
She's already halfway out the front door when he honks the horn. Amazingly, she doesn't seem upset when she slides into the passenger seat.]
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She's already halfway out the front door when he honks the horn. Amazingly, she doesn't seem upset when she slides into the passenger seat.]
Hey.
[Yeah, Ema's smooth.]