“Oh my god,” Emma instinctually gasps out whenever the hotel door opens to reveal a dressed Jason. The wife presses a hand to her chest to try and keep herself calm, and she can’t help but giggle quietly and grin at the man standing before her. Jason invites her in after talking about how long it’s been since seeing her in-person, and Emma cordially steps further into the hotel room as the door is politely closed behind her. “Oh, really?” She asks because of his opinion on the couch; her blue eyes searching the ‘living room’ area of the suite before finding the furniture. Emma curls some of her blonde hair around an ear as she approaches the couch and sits down, glancing around and taking in the grandeur of the hotel suite. “Wow, it really is comfy,” she compliments with a shaky smile as her hands glide along the fabric, her nerves still a little jittery because this whole situation felt surreal. When Jason mentions the windows, she looks over, and her breath is briefly taken away. “Oh...” she whispers out as her chest swells. Her heart pounding within her rib-cage as she takes in the view of what her city looks like from above.<br/><br/>She had lived here in the city for nearly 5 years, and yet it still looked so...wildly beautiful. Back home, where her parents lived, was where she and Daniel first met, grew up together, and dated. Getting married at their hometown church and moving away before they got tied down to the town, Emma and Daniel chose this city. They’ve lived here ever since. Who would have thought she’d meet Jason at the airport and then spend an afternoon with him at the most popular hotel in the area.<br/><br/>Emma was brought out of her thoughts when Jason offered her something to drink or eat. Her stomach twisted in hunger, and she blushes in embarrassment since now was the time that her body told her that she was indeed hungry. “Uh.. both would actually be really nice. Thank you...” Emma confesses as she looks back towards where she assumed to be the kitchen area. “I didn’t realize I was hungry until you mentioned something,” she further states before chuckling to herself and sitting back on the couch. Her muscles relax into the cushions as she continues to glance around and take everything in. “Have you eaten anything yet?” Emma asks, trying to not make this all about her, as well as trying to ignore the fact that why she was here sitting in the suite was quite obvious. Even though she didn’t wish it to be obvious. Even though it’s obvious whether she wished or not. That alone brings a hotter blush to her already warm cheeks.