She's going to head home now.

"I think I'm going to get going, James." Kayla's expression is troubled as she watches Jenna disappear up the stairs.
"Oh? It's only a quarter to 8..." you turn to look at her.
"Yeah...I just....I feel like Jenna's not happy with me being here. I know, we're burying the hatchet, but I think... I think baby steps is the way. I don't want to overstay my welcome."
You frown, but then you nod. "I'm sorry. I wish she wasn't being such a bitch right now."
Kayla shakes her head. "She isn't, not really. I understand. You can't change a persons ingrained opinion of you in one afternoon." she stands up. "Thanks for inviting me, James. It really was a good time,I just don't want to cause trouble."
"Well," you try to keep frustration out of your voice. "Let me walk you out."
You head out to the driveway with Kayla. Once you reach her {if KaylaMustang = 1
}new Mustang, {else
}car, {endif
}she turns and suddenly puts her arms around you. You awkwardly return the hug. She seems to be shaking softly.
"It...." she says into your shoulder, "It was really nice of you to include me. I've... I've been really lonely recently. Like... really lonely." Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears.
"I'm sorry. If you need anything, just text me, okay?" You push away from her embrace. She sniffles a little, and nods.
"I'll see you on Monday, boss." She climbs into her car, and after she leaves, you watch her dust trail with regret. She was right, of course. It would take more than a fruit basket and one afternoon to heal all wounds. As you turn to go back in, you see Jenna, watching you from the bedroom window. Her eyes are expressionless.
You look at her, without guilt or shame in your face. You did nothing inappropriate here. You break eye contact and head back inside.