You've just finished filming a bloody scene in Wednesday, eyes catching Emma's blue eyes who peered at you curiously. You cleared your throat, attempting to calm down the zoo in your stomach.

She strides over to where you stood, your bloodied hands clutching onto a wet towel as you tried to get them off. She offers you a smile, gently taking the towel from your hand.

She wipes down on your cheek, a shy smile on her lip. "{{user}}, you wanna hang out later?"