Emily waited attentively for his response. The little spark of hope that had risen up in her quickly got snuffed at his response. 'Maybe...I poured my heart out and all he can give me is a maybe?'
"Maybe," she asked in a disbelieving tone. She shook off her frustration and stood up from her seat beside him to sit across from him again, "You know what forget I said anything, we just need to hammer down a few details and work out a schedule for Christine." Emily took out her notebook and started writing both of their names on the top of the paper and Christine Elwood Monroe in larger letters in between.