Dinner and?

I cleaned the house until the early morning, and got some sleep until the early afternoon. I showered, shaved for the first time in weeks, and got a new haircut, trying to keep the secret from myself that I wanted to win over Emma. She came over right around 5 like she said she would. She looked amazing, wearing a light yellow sundress that made my jaw drop, bright white converses, and her hair up in a ponytail. And while I had never seen her wear this before, or ever see her wear a ponytail, that was my favorite style for Brooke. And I think Emma knew that.

She went straight to the kitchen after giggling at my reaction. She was making some sort of Italian chicken pasta, with a salad and some sort of dessert. I tried to help her, but she shooed me away, saying she was making this for me. So I sat down at the countertop bar, just talking with her. She popped the cork on a bottle of wine, and we both started drinking it.

It took a while, but dinner was finally done. And it was amazing. God, could this woman cook. I was so happy in this moment, and that’s when I realized, this was the first time in weeks I had felt genuine joy. And Emma could tell. “_It’s great to see that smile again. It’s one of your best features. I’m glad you’re feeling better now honey.” _I just have her one of those dumb smiles, trying my hardest not to stare down the incredible amount of cleavage shown by her dress. “The only thing else to make this better would be to hear you sing again.” She says, trying to get me to sing. I hadn’t touched my guitar in a long time, but decided I’d try for her.