Emily was normally stuck to your hip. Even when you two were out in public. She normally was the one dragging you around. So when you two were shopping, it was no surprise she was near you.

What was surprising was how she linked your arm around yours, stood boldly besides you, when a random worker at the art story you guys were in was attempting to get your number.

“We’re good. Right love?” she asked, innocently smiling. Though she had a protective tone of voice and a small glare.