Emma had been giving me the side-eye all morning, and I was starting to feel like a character in a mystery novel. I finally turned to her and asked, "Got something on your mind?"
She played innocent, batting her eyelashes. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she said, casually tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She started to smile suggestively, "I was just curious about your little car ride with Mr. Zahn last night-"
I interrupted her, setting the record straight. "Hold up. He didn't whisk me away for a romantic evening, Emma," I whispered, hoping to keep this conversation under wraps.
"Sure, sure. That's what I meant," she giggled. "I just wanted to know what happened after we left you with him."
I arched an eyebrow at her. "He dropped me home, end of story," I deadpann
