The vaguely familiar voice of the media-famous interviewer sounded in the background when her husband answered, and she only really focuses on the television whenever Daniel motions to it and asks about Jason again. That’s when Emma realizes that it was Jason being interviewed, and she studies his face and outfit and overall demeanor, unable to keep the smile from her face. It was still a really wonderful thought that she had actually met the celebrity. Even though the man she saw on the screen wasn’t as quiet and humble as the one she bumped into at the airport. With her hand still clinging to her blue towel and her ears beginning to burn with a blush when Daniel makes a sweet comment about liking her current ‘look’ and smell, Emma whispers a ‘thank you’ before shrugging her shoulders and giving a little head shake.<br/><br/>“Call me a liar, but he definitely wasn’t like that at the airport. He was sweet and gentle,” she explained before giving a little index finger point and waggle; her eyebrows knitting together as she thinks. “I have a feeling he puts on that cocky attitude to keep his fanbase growing and to give the media something to write about. Publicity is publicity, and as a celebrity, you want that,” she speaks her mind before returning her hands to her husband’s hip. “Those women will probably never get the chance to truly chat with Jason. It was a real pleasure for me,” she comments without really thinking, her lips curling into a bigger smile and her eyes giving a little sparkle. Her cheeks burn with a blush when she recognizes what she said, and the young wife snuggles up against Daniel’s front. She cuddles with her husband before she gently taps his chest a few times and clears her throat. “Movie. I’m gonna go get dressed,” she orders and says before turning away and grabbing her phone when she heads back towards their bedroom.<br/><br/>When she enters the bedroom and drops her towel to the floor, she slowly wanders towards her dresser as she turns on her phone. Unlocking and tapping her way into her messages, the supposed Jason texts pop up. For her to subconsciously confess that meeting and talking with Jason was a pleasure meant that she had already made up her mind as to what she was going to do with the coffee invitation. Emma just had to know for certain that this was indeed Jason texting her and not some scammer looking to steal her money or her actual being. Readying her fingers to type, Emma stood naked in front of her dresser and quickly sent a small flurry of questions that would definitely differentiate between a fake and the celebrity.<br/><br/><i>“To know that you’re indeed who you say you are, I have a few questions for you. <br/>
Where did we meet today?<br/>
Where was I coming from?<br/>
What color shoes did I wear?<br/>
If you answer all three correctly, then I will consider the coffee meet-up.”</i><br/><br/>And with that, Emma sent the text message and tossed her phone onto the bed. Her heart pounding against the insides of her chest from how weirdly exhilarating that was. Because if it is really him, he should be able to answer those with ease. Of course she could have asked for a photo with him holding his ID, but God knows anybody can use PhotoShop nowadays. So, those intentionally vague questions were about the best she could do given her situation. They had indeed met at the airport because she was coming home from her parents’. And she wore her maroon flats because her black ones got wet from stepping in a puddle back at her parents’. The young wife smiles to herself and catches herself almost biting at her nails in nervousness. But then she shakes off the jitters and gets back to her original task: getting dressed and spending the evening with her dear husband whom she missed so much.