<strong>Emily Fitzgerald</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:Paris, the flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:Sully, John, Maria (Kumari might overhear)<br/><hr/>Staring at John for longer than she reasonably should, Emily blinks and glances over at the others.  She hasn't been so unsteady with words in years, and a blush lights up her freckles upper chest and cheeks.  "Yes-- um, that sounds great."  She lifts her coffee cup, glancing over the rim at him once more before taking a sip.<em>Did he mean a... going for a run and making him miss class kind of date, or was he talking about a movie before the others get together date, or... why was she asking herself these questions kind of date?</em>Her nervous smile washes over her and she turns away for the last sip, screening the sparkle in her eyes in vain, as every motion jerks out with a nervous, and giddy, electricity.<br/><br/>"If it's not going to be any trouble-- I mean, get you in trouble, you know, to be late to class, we can go now.  Coffee's strong today," she mutters, managing to snatch the empty cup before crashing it into the sink, and rinsing it with a torrent from the sink that splashes her tank top.<br/><br/><br/><br/>