Emma Stewart and Cillian Murphy cross paths that lead to a heated night, but out of fear of getting hurt, Emma decides to act as if nothing happened between them, ignoring the reciprocal but concealed feelings they both have for each other.
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EMMA
Emma woke up the next morning feeling fresh and renewed. She slept 12 hours and had a lot of energy, grateful for her upcoming rendezvous with Kate this morning. She walked down the street almost skipping, so happy to be able to see her city alive and well, the light grey sky adorning the atmosphere and the familiarity she felt as she looked around every little cafe or shop.
Emma entered 'Phillie's' and quickly noticed Kate had already arrived. She was sitting in their usual corner table, on her phone, so still had no idea Emma had arrived, so she tried to make the least noise possible so she could surprise her.
Kate looked up just as Emma was about to surprise her, let out a tiny squeal and stood up to hug her. "Fuck Emma, I've missed you!"
Emma laughed as she hugged her best friend. "Oh Kate I've missed you too. You have no idea how happy I am to finally be back."
They both sat down and ordered their usuals; earl gray tea and their infamous chocolate croissant.
As soon as the waitress left, Kate immediately started rambling. "Tell me all the details about New York, Em. I mean- not to boost your ego or anything, but I pretty much know everything. Every media page has been posting either behind-the-scene videos of filming, or fan edits about you and Matthew-"
"Fan edits? Kitty what are you talking about?" Emma laughed while shaking her head, making Kate give her a shocked expression, as if it were obvious.
"Yes, silly. Everyone is shipping you two together. You look cute together. Have you fucked him yet? You've definitely fucked him haven't you?" Emma nearly choked on her tea and cleared her throat, making Kate make a confused expression. "You haven't?"
"Kate, if I had fucked him, I would have told you."
Kate analyzed Emma's response and nodded slowly, "Yeah, you're right. How come you haven't fucked? He's hot."
Kate's response made Emma laugh, "We have like a friendly friendship Kate. Even though we get along incredibly, incredibly well, there's no..." Kate waited patiently for Emma's response.
"...sexual tension?" Emma finally said as she thought about the correct term.
"Huh," Kate said as she slumped her shoulders.
"Plus," Emma continued as she leaned forward on the table, "He's more into brunettes. He's definitely a brunette type of guy."
Kate immediately widened her eyes and swatted Emma's arm playfully, knowing what she was insinuating.
"Shut up Emma." Kate replied as she played with her long, brunette locks nervously. "Is he really?"
Emma smiled and let out a laugh, "I swear Kitty. Every time we go to bars or something, he always ends up talking to the brunettes."
