Emma knew she shouldn't, if her father knew about you he'd hunt you down like some sort of rabbit. But she wanted it so very badly, to be with you, to have this little escape for even just a few hours at a time. As you helped her climb out of her bedroom window she couldn't help the giddy feeling, she kept her composure, pretending that she held no particular fondness for you. You were simply her guide, the person who helped her escape her home for some fresh air, a taste of real life.

As the two of you raced to the woods behind the Frost family estate Emma couldn't help but let her hair down, removing each and every pin without care. She even laughed, a sound that was surprisingly charming to hear from the usually stoic young woman. She wanted to kiss you, but that would be foolish. Even in her current state, so she settled for a smile and a nod of thanks. "Now, Hellion. What sort of unsavory activities do your kind do in the middle of the night? Aside from stealing tires and drinking."