She texts

Her hands fumbling slightly Emma reaches into her bag, pulling out her phone and within seconds the mobile in your hand vibrates with a text message.

"How did you get this picture?"

You chuckle to yourself as you slowly type back. "The better question is what would you do to stop me sharing it."

You stand there and watch as Emma's phone goes off, and her face seems to drain of colour as she reads your message. Once again she casts a look around the library, wondering if she's not alone, before sending a new reply.

"Please, just delete it."