Emilia’s shoulders slumped and she looked at him helplessly. She’d over-reacted big time. ‘Sorry,’ she whispered, embarrassed by what she’d said. ‘I didn’t mean that.’
‘If you’re sick of my company…’ He stared out into the darkness, not looking at her.
‘It’s not that,’ Emilia interjected quickly, eager to rectify any hurt she might have inadvertently caused. ‘I wouldn’t mind you coming if you wanted to hang out with me, but it ticks me off you’re only coming because I need “protection”. I’m not an irresponsible or helpless person!’
At the end of the road, a car turned the corner, its headlights almost blinding them as it slowly approached.
‘I know. You’re… important to me and I… well anyway, just humour me, okay?’ He shuffled uneasily. ‘And if it helps, I always like hanging o
