They mostly ate in silence, enjoying the food and music, but Emile noticed Nyra glancing at her several times, slowing down as if considering something before she finally spoke.
“It’s funny,” Nyra said as she picked up her glass of ginger ale again. “I didn’t even know you a few days ago, but…I’m really glad you’re here, Emile. Having dinner with me and all.”
“I was thinking much the same,” Emile admitted. “I admit that I would rather have not had my car break down…”
“Hah. Yeah!”
“But,” Emile smiled back, “If I have to be stranded…I am glad it was here, with you.”
A blush spread across Nyra’s cheeks as she raised her glass, holding it up in a toast. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Nyra.” Their glasses rang softly as they tapped them together, and Emile took another sip of her so
