Time to go make things right.

You stay an hour later than either you or Emma had planned, and when she finally gets up to leave, you realise you’ve really missed having a solid female friend.

‘I feel like you’re the wingwoman I never had,’ you say mournfully, as you escort her to her car. ‘You sure you can’t come with me the next time I see her, and just… whisper stuff in my ear?’

Emma snorts. ‘Yeah, I’m not sure that would go down too well. Besides, you’ve got it down, now.’ She elbows you in the ribs. ‘Speaking of which… you know you have to go make things right, okay?’

You stop for a moment, right there in the parking lot. ‘Say what now?’

Emma exhales impatiently. ‘C’mon! Was I wasting my breath in there or what? You just graduated girl psychology 101. The final exam, you can figure out on your own.’

‘I don’t know,’ you tell her, squinting against the afternoon sunset. ‘I kind of got the impression she wanted to be left alone for a while. Plus, she was pretty silent with me on the way home.’

Emma just raises her eyebrows. ‘She was silent with you, or you were silent with her? Did anyone say anything?’