Emma’s POV
“Good morning my lovely friends,” I greeted Sammy and Ryan as I sat down at the table with them.
It was about 9 a.m., so we were at the hotel’s restaurant to get breakfast.
“How’d you sleep?” I asked them.
“Good,” Sammy answered, looking at me weirdly.
“Yeah, I’m just going to ask what we’re both thinking. Why the hell are you so chipper this early in the morning?” Ryan asked as he took a sip of his water.
“I don’t know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I’m just happy I guess”.
“And why is that?” he asked with a brow raised.
“Who knows,” I replied.
“Mhm, right. As if we don’t know you’re all giddy because of that little boy toy of yours,” Ryan said.
“Shut up,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Don’t call him that. Sammy,” I turned to Sammy and pointed at Ryan. “Warn y
