Resting her elbows on the table-top, Dani ran her free hand through her hair and kept it on the back of her neck for a rub. She was tired and tense, which equaled the taste of a tension headache and muscles that weren't quite right, even with the caffeine. Even her sigh didn't offer any reprieve.
"I don't know..." That was ninety percent true. She still hadn't confirmed it in her own head whether or not she would actually show up at the jazz club that night.
"Even if I did, though, I haven't told Grey." Her reasons were obvious, but there was more to it. More that she couldn't ever tell Emmy, regardless of how close they were. It was complicated.