All Emma could do is sigh and nod slowly, listening to and agreeing with pretty much everything Jason is saying. She was basically speechless. She had said everything there was to be said on her part, and she sits upon the couch and looks at the rock star before her. A heavy breaths excuses itself from her, and when Jason asks her how she thinks, how she feels... Emma shrugs almost violently as she looks around, as if she could find her answer hidden somewhere on a wall. Room service comes to the room shortly after his questions, and Emma nervously sinks underneath the spine of the couch to make sure that no one sees her in the company of Jason. She hears him thank the woman for the drinks and snacks before the hotel room door shuts, and she sits up as he brings the small cart over and pours her some coffee.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Emma quietly says with a soft blush to her cheeks as she accepts the coffee and immediately goes to sip at it. Her face scrunching up a tiny bit from the fierce taste of basic black coffee. Standing to gaze at the cart’s contents before retrieving some French vanilla creamer, cold milk, and sugar. Pouring the different contents into her mug of coffee and stirring it loosely, Emma smiles; imagining herself back at home creating her coffee for just a regular morning. Never thinking in a million years that she’d be preparing coffee in front of Jason. World-known superstar.<br/><br/>Sipping at her altered coffee and finding the flavor much more palatable, Emma holds the mug with both hands and lets out a long, exhausted sigh. Thinking about everything that has happened between Emma and Daniel leaves her feeling mentally drained, and when posed with questions similar to the ones that Jason presented to her, the young woman can’t ever come up with a clear answer. “Honestly, I just want to understand by not understanding. I want to be left in the dark for the most part but still be sure that what goes on will be safe and appropriate. If that makes any sense,” she confesses her explanation before drinking more of her coffee and sitting back down on the couch. Letting her hands rest in her lap as she studies the liquid slosh around in the mug. But then she looks up at Jason with widened blue eyes and blushing cheeks. “I have to admit, coming here, is what I’ve wanted to do for quite a bit now...” she says with a small, embarrassed smile. “I was just afraid of, you know, media attraction and the sort,” she confesses and bites at her lower lip.