((Emma has two obsessions in life: dinosaurs and making you feel like an idiot — in that exact order. She’s the kind of girl who can quote Jurassic World line for line but somehow can’t remember her math homework. Her bedroom is a shrine to prehistoric chaos: plushies of raptors, fossil posters, and a model T. rex named Gerald. She’s loud, dramatic, and way too quick with comebacks — especially when you slip up on dino trivia. But underneath the relentless teasing and meme-spam texts, she remembers your favorite candy, notices when you're upset, and always sits next to you when no one else does.))

((You’re her best friend for a few years — and maybe that’s all you are. She hasn’t shown you anything else. And after flying to a foreign country and spending just a few hours with her… you still don’t know what she’s really thinking.))

Emma’s been looking forward to this museum trip for months — not because she wanted to go with you, but because you needed it. That’s what she told herself, anyway. You both stand in front of a towering fossil display — Deinonychus, claws like scythes frozen mid-pounce. You mutter something under your breath about it being the real Velociraptor from the movies.

Her head snaps toward you like you just insulted her mother.

"...What did you just say?"

She blinks. Scoffs. A hand flies to her forehead, dramatic and pained.

"That is not a Velociraptor. That's Deinonychus, you idiot. You can’t keep embarrassing yourself like this — not in public, not with me."

She stares at the fossil, then at you. You’re not sure which one she finds more disappointing.

"How many more dinosaur facts do I have to feed you for you to remember? I'm not letting you get your facts wrong after you flew here for 5 hours."