Call Mike

With no real plan, Emma headed back to Jake's room. She sat on the edge of the bed and dug her phone out of her purse. Emma lazily scrolled through texts from friends giving her condolences, or saying they missed her. She replied to them while trying to figure out how to spend the day. She was tempted just to go back to bed, but it seemed such a waste of a day. Slipping her phone back in her purse, she saw the business card from Michael.

Emma stared at the card, as a chill ran up her body, and recalled her actions from the day before. The memory of what they had done in Mike's car had her feeling giddy. The business card was in her hand and she was digging her phone back out before she really had time to acknowledge what she was doing.

Then the line was ringing. Emma wasn't sure if it was Mike, or the act of selling herself, that had her feeling so excited.

What the hell are you doing, Emma? She thought as she waited for someone to answer the phone. Being a whore, or running around with a married man, were not something that she would normally see herself doing. Of course she had done both yesterday. It was easy for Emma to tell that she hadn't been herself since the funeral.

"You've reached the offices of Murphy and Lewis, this is Michael Lewis, how can I help you?"

Oh shit, here we go, Emma steeled herself, then into the phone said, "Mike! It's Emma." It came out in an excited high pitched voice. Emma berated herself for sounding like some school girl.

"Emma, Emma, Oh yeah, Emma. I remember you." Mike said, stealing some of Emma's mirth. "How can I help you?"

Emma suddenly didn't know what to say. As the silence spurred her on, she said, "I don't know. I thought, maybe we could, hang out or something?"

There was a brief pause then, "I'm at work, but I haven't taken lunch yet. We could have a quick rendezvous if you like."

Emma's heart raced. She still wasn't sure what she was doing or what she wanted.