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Tory watched in amusement as Emmy continued to happily converse with her boss. She always thought it was weird that Emmy was so open to talking to new people, but she realized that it was just who Emmy was. I mean, that was how they became friends.
Emmy waved goodbye, and big smile on her face as she walked back to Tory. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you smooth talk your way into be allowed to hangout at your best friend's job."
"I can't believe you actually managed to do that," Tory chuckled. "What did you say?"
Emmy hopped onto a counter that she could tell no one used and shrugged. "Just used my amazing personality."
Tory raised her eyebrows.
"I'm kidding," Emmy laughed. "I just told him that he could get a discount at my dad's dealership."
"And he believed that?"
"Oh, yeah. Big time," Emmy then glanced around, noticing a woman sitting by herself, her face in the menu. She tapped Tory's shoulder and nodded in the women's direction. "Hey. Loner at table 12."
Tory snorted, jokingly shaking her head in disapproval before walking off to the table. Emmy watched her go, wanting to see how she did her job. But then her face paled as the woman put down her menu. "Oh, no."
Emmy hopped off the counter, subtly sitting at an empty table nearby to eavesdrop.
"Can I start you off with something?" Tory calmly asked her. Emmy winced, realizing that Tory had no idea who this woman was.
"Actually, there's only one thing I need. And that's for you to stay the hell away from my daughter," Amanda coldly said.
Tory's eyes flickered, glancing over at Emmy. "Wait, you're ⎯ "
"Yes, I am."
Tory then looked around her. "You came to my job?"
"Well, I tried calling your parents. No call back. Big surprise. Should I have kicked in your front door? Is that more your speed?" Amanda went on, holding her hands tightly in front of her. "Everyday in my house they were little reminders of the mess you made. I see my daughter covering up her bruises and scars. The only reason you aren't behind bars right now is because she asked me not to drag this ordeal out. So you can have your little tournament. But if you touch one hair on her head before then, you'll be scrubbing toilets in prison for the rest of your life. If you're lucky."
Emmy couldn't believe what was happening, and without thinking, she got up from her seat, and walked towards the table. "You, in fact, won't be so lucky if you continue talking in that tone. I suggest you leave, Miss."
She stepped in front of Tory, her arms crossed in front of her as she stared her mother down.
"Excuse me, miss?" they heard and Emmy looked over her shoulder to see a man at a table. "I think my soup is ready. I see it on the counter."
