Search for Emma

I get up from my seat, walking towards the bar area. I can’t see Asher nor Emma around from here either. They’re probably just in the employee break room or something.

So why do I have this uneasy feeling within me?

“John?” I hear Asher’s voice from behind me.

“E-Everything alright, babe?” Emma’s voice followed.

I turn around, seeing Asher standing there and Emma to his left. I let out a small sigh of relief. They’re alright, they’re both standing right in front of me.

“Sorry, I was just wondering if something had happened.” I replied. “Emma never brought my drink and both of you disappeared.”

Emma looks down and away at that comment, before suddenly letting out an “eep!” and glaring at Asher.

Asher held up his right hand in a surrendering gesture. “There was an issue with the stock so I asked Emma for help in the back. Sorry about the drink, I can make it now.”

“No, it’s fine. Emma’s shift is ending.” I stated, checking the time.

I looked back at the two of them, and they kind of seemed close to each other. I guess they’ve been growing closer lately as coworkers.

But maybe Asher is just a little…too close? I mean, he’s close enough to be wrapping an arm around Emma. Though his arm just goes downward and disappears behind her back.

“I already finished closing the bar earlier, so you two don’t mind if I tag along, right?” Asher asks.

“O-of course-“ Sarah twitches. “-not!”

“Well, you are our neighbor.” I reply, turning around.

I start walking out of the tavern, Emma and Asher following me. I hear them whispering behind me, and I don’t catch much. Something about “finger” and “inside”. I think they’re talking about the stock at work but I could be wrong.

We continue walking back and every time I glance at them the two of them seem to be having fun. Emma is still shy, her cheeks a light pink and her eyes looking away, but she still engages in the conversation. Meanwhile Asher has a wide smile befit of his funny nature.

I kind of feel jealous. I know I shouldn’t be jealous of her coworker and friend, but I am a little. I am her boyfriend after all.

We finally arrive back at our apartment, Asher waving us goodbye as he entered his own. His hand seemed kind of wet though. Not sure why I’m even thinking about that.

I set myself down on the couch as Emma walks over to our bedroom, head already in her phone.

I really need to take her out on a date soon.

Oh man, for some reason, I’m feeling really tired.

I close my eyes, falling deep into sleep, and entering the realm of dreams…