The Cat's Meow Who: Emma Jane and Eric What: Hanging out, getting the flowers that Chris sent her When: Friday June 12, late afternoon
Emma Jane had spent the most of her day at work. It was a good sort of exhausting, as she greatly enjoyed her job even if it meant walking around all day usually in her heels. When she got home she changed and waited for Eric to pop up. They had made plans to hang out and she was looking forward to seeing him again.
The more she saw Eric the fonder she was growing of him. Okay so fond wasn't the correct word for it. She was incredibly enamored with him. And if he had been more fleshy she would have grabbed a hold of him and never let go. Sure she was a little bit afraid of her own feelings as she was really used to being alone - but she had liked Eric even before he passed on - probably more than she had even realized on her own.
She was strumming on her guitar humming to herself blissfully unaware of anything else around her. She had butterflies in her stomach and she couldn't be happier about that. Eric was just amazing, dead or not, he was the best thing that could have happened to her that whole summer.