“Texting David,” Emilia informed Benji with an annoyingly calm casualness that she knew would bug him endlessly. She still wasn’t completely sold on the idea of him meeting either Tate or David, but she could give him names in the hope that it would sate him for now. She knew it was only a temporary measure, but this way, at least she wasn’t just dating some anonymous guys.
Her eyes drifted up to the time on her phone: at least Wishes would be here, so it would be limited how much time Benji had to interrogate him, and if she was lucky, he would get distracted and forget. Until next time. Hopefully.
That billow of smoke brought back so many fond memories, and rather than jump up to greet Wishes, she closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. It wasn’t often she got to indulge in that these days.
“We learned from the best,” she grinned up at Wishes before she pressed send on her message and put her phone away to get up from the sofa. As she stood, she grabbed Benji’s hand, wanting him to come with her, since she had already gotten plenty of those all-enveloping hugs from the Djinn. Now it was Benji’s turn, even if it might take some nudging and urging.