Emma sat in the drivers seat, looking over at him for a moment before realizing he was just staring down. She bit at her lip, wondering what was going through his head at the moment. Was he going to text her? Was he just going to toss it out the window when he drove away from her and forget the whole thing happened. She sat there in silence, looking over at him before their eyes met again. Then, she saw something she never thought she'd see.. not this early on. A smile coming from the boy. Albeit a small smile, but a smile nonetheless. She smiled back, matching his before watching him drive off. She had to remember to breathe at that moment and let out the huff of air she didn't realize she was holding. That just happened. She figured he was OK with her giving him her number if he actually smiled towards her before driving off.
Emma sat there for another second, thinking over everything before smiling to herself again. Okay, so don't be so pushy. His tone had been a lot softer to her just now than it had been all day. She just couldn't push too much. It was going to be hard, because she wanted to keep pushing but if it worked for him, this would be the main mindset for her. She mentally patted herself on the back before starting her car and driving off to her own place.
Once she got back home, she found her mother sitting in the front lounge area, a glass of red wine balanced on her crossed over knee. [+green "Hi, sweetheart. How was school?"] she asked, looking up from her phone to watch the blonde. Emma turned quickly and looked towards her mother.
"Good. There's a new boy at school." she started, her mother sit up in interest. "He didn't like me at first.." she spoke.
[+green "But he does now?"] her mother asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Emma made a noise, moving her hand a little bit. "Not..entirely...per-say." she spoke, clearing her throat. Her mother gave her a look, looking her up and down before shaking her head.
[+green "Well no doubt, look at how you're dressed today. How did you slip passed me in that?"] her mother sighed, waving her hand. Oh the life of a fashion model.
Emma looked down at her clothes and played with the hem of her skirt before letting out a grunt and walked away from the woman.
[+green "Remember you have piano lessons in an hour!"] her mother shouted after her. Emma rolled her eyes, moving to her room and tossing her book bag onto her bed. She lived a lavish life but god damn if she didn't want to run off and leave her parents behind most of the time. She looked towards her phone, biting at her lip and tapping her fingers to her cheek, wondering if Franco would text her or not. She had to be patient, she knew how to work this guy.