//for dex
amira was in the break room, smiling down at her phone. she was texting emma, of course, and her lunch sat untouched, which was extremely unusual. she didn't even notice dex walk in for a few minutes, but when she did, she quickly turned her phone face down, cheeks pink. "hey...hi...uh, how's your day been?" she asked with a faint smile. it was getting harder and harder to throw him off the trail.