Invitation

"Next time, call me if you have late meetings like this." 

Thinking she had heard him wrong, Emma looked at him. 

"Call me beforehand, I'll come and pick you up," he added. "It's not safe to stand in the road alone at this time." 

"Wait a minute—" Emma placed her hand on her chest. "Are you worried about me?" 

"Yes." 

She was taken aback by his answer. She didn't expect such a bold reply from him. "Are you alright?" 

"I am fine," he vaguely answered without taking his eyes off the road. 

His vague answers and the silence that followed were enough for her to understand that he was mad. So she decided to give him some space and not say anything. 

After a long awkward silence, George finally said something. "Are you going home or your apartment?" 

"Apartment." 

….

[Outside Emma's apartment]