Emily's POV
"I'm so sorry that I am late." I took a seat beside him and sighed heavily.
"I was afraid that you were not going to come today."
"I have never missed a class and you know--" I stopped talking once I saw the sad expression that his face held, "Monsieur Timothee, are you okay?"
"Are you okay?" He places his hand on top of mine, "You don't look so good to me. Did something happen?"
"It is fine. It's--"
"You know that I can tell when my--" He shakes his head for a moment, "When you lie to me. Why didn't you tell me that Jake was back in town?"
"Noelle told you." I pressed down on one of the keys, "I just didn't want to talk about him. He will be gone in no time, and there is no point in bringing up his name. I like how this studio is a Jake free zone and I would really like
