Emma took a hesitant step back as her brows furrowed in confusion.
Her hand shot out to point at Scott.
"How the fuck do you know my name──?!"
Her voice rose sharply.
Scott's eye twitched ever so slightly.
He looked away, then scratched the back of his neck as if trying to conjure a plausible excuse.
"I didn't say your name…"
His tone was casual, almost too casual.
Emma narrowed her eyes while her hands settled in the pockets of her denim jeans.
She scoffed as her lips curled into a smirk.
"Psssh—yeah, right. I heard you. You said my name. And not just like, 'Oh, hey, Emma.' No, it was like one of those dramatic movie moments, where the guy hasn't seen his long-lost love in, like, forever. All 'Emmaaaaaa' with the deep, emotional tone."
She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms as she tapped a finger against her chin in bogus contemplation.
"But, uh…"