Emily's POV
I don't know how long I watched them but it must have been for a really long time. I watched as his facial expression stayed blank the whole time as my mother talked to him. And as for my mother, well, I couldn't see her face to guess what kind of conversation two people who I assumed had never met before were talking about.
I felt fingers wrap around my arm, turning me around.
"Hey, your mom said that we can leave." Jake lets go of my arm, and rubs the back of his neck.
"Now?" I looked back at them, and now he was talking to my mother. His face is scrunched up in what I assume is anger. Seeing the anger on his face makes me realize that anger doesn't suit him. Every time I saw him, his face was always a smile. Everything about him just seemed so warm and friendly.
"Yeah.
