From the center of the shoppe, Em spotted a bin towards the cashier's stand up against a wall. Eyeing the distance carefully, Em reeled back her ball of trash and tossed it in a neat arc, straight into the garbage. She tried not to look too pleased with herself when she turned to face Anthony.
"It depends, really," Embyr started, one finger rising to tap against her bottom lip, as if she were mulling very important things on her to-do list. "...on what you're doing." Had he just suggested an interest in extending their impromptu sandwich date? Had Embyr just coyly replied?