🤙 (Emma)
“ mmmph, sworry wi wosn’t paying atteen . . . ” voice fading, earthen hues widened as she realizes who she’s collided with. looking absolutely radiant, she couldn’t compare. telltale bags under her eyes, hair thrown up in a messy bun &. a pen clenched between her teeth told the story of a student working through an essay the previous night. even now, she’d been painstakingly looking over her notes, editing as she walked. it was the whole reason their paths even intersected at all. the faint flush to her features is a whole different reason; a common denominator, if you will. she’ll remove the pen quickly, smile ready as usual. “ uh, sorry. that was my bad. ” they weren’t friends. they weren’t anything. what else was there to say except . . . ( hey, you know that guy you’re sleeping with . . . i’m sorta in love with that horny piece of shiiii ). but no, it wasn’t her place to say that; it wasn’t her place to indicate at all that the beguiling half-veela was the other woman in her head. fore stefan could have whoever he wanted. shit, he could have her, if she allowed it. one last, fainthearted apology slips through before she brushes past emma. @fvtching
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