Emma loved her job, but there were sometimes that she wanted to just step away and maybe punch a mom or two when they left their children there for longer than expected. She was not someone's babysitter. She was a teacher. But the mother finally came and while she was already running late, she took the time to change out of the leotard she wore and into a pair of old ripped shorts and a dark blue fringed tank top before flipping the closed sign on the dance school and heading out. The other teacher was taking the afternoon teens and she had the rest of the day off to spend with Peter.
Peter... just the thought of the man made her smile. He was different and she always liked different. Noble, friendly, brilliant, and handsome, she'd found herself friends with him before they'd even finished that first horrible dance class he'd taken in challenge. She liked him and more than just a friend. She also was fairly sure that he felt the same, but they'd been dancing around it since she hadn't felt ready for anything like that after the last boyfriend...
Refusing to think of that and the past, she started to jog as she made her way down the street and across to the little cafe that was sort of their spot. It was easy enough to spot him as he sat with his phone out and back to her. With a playful grin, she slipped behind him and covered his eyes. "Guess who."