Emma Green (4)

After 20 minutes

<Emma finally got home and since it was still 8 hours away for dinner, she prepared the clothes she was going to wear at night. First she thought of wearing a beautiful, long, red dress with a slit on the right side, which goes from the knee until her feet; but then she remembered she was the one doing the cooking, with that dress it was almost impossible. Then she thought, sadly, that she had to go with something simple, so she grabbed some jeans, Nike sneakers and a very plain, green t-shirt.  Now that the clothes were ready, she left them on top of the bed and went to the kitchen, to prepare something to eat and to feed her dog.>

Emma: Hulk come here boy. – She said while putting his plate full of food on the ground

<He came running towards her and almost made her fall. Emma petted him and kissed him.>

Emma: Good boy. Now sit and eat.

<Hulk was a very obedient dog; he always did what he was told to do. He was a big and black pitbull, even though he was still a young puppy, and he also had his own room. After taking care of him, she cooked for herself.>

After 1 hour

<Emma cooked, ate and cleaned, and Hulk was in his room taking a nap. After resting for a while Emma went running for a bit.>

After 30 minutes

<Emma got home from running and went to take a bath. After getting out of the bath she put on some random clothes, since there was 6 hours left to go. Emma remembered something so she called Liam.>

*briing briing briiiiing*

Liam: Hello? Is that you Emma?

Emma: Hey there. Yeah it is. I called to ask you something…

Liam: What is it?

Emma: What do you want me to cook? And should I go buy groceries before going to your house?

Liam: Oh you don’t have to, my house is full of food, and I already went shopping.

<Emma laughed.>

Emma: Ok, so what would you like to eat?

Liam: I don’t care. Surprise me, I’m not picky.

Emma: If you say so, I’ll do it. And can I go earlier? Like 7.30 pm? I was thinking, if I start cooking only at 8 o’clock we’ll eat a bit late.

Liam: Sure. No problem! See you later then.

Emma: Yes. Bye bye.

7 o’clock

<Emma dressed what she prepared and some extra things. She put a bunch of throwing knives inside her black leather jacket. In her pockets there was a small flashbang/flash grenade, it isn’t lethal but it’s always helpful in bad situations. In her handbag there was, obviously, a gun, her favorite Colt, she actually named it fiery, not very normal. She is always prepared for anything; she was trained for it after all. Emma put on some make-up, not too much; she was going for a simple look. >

To be continued (in the next post~~) 

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