(Back! And what Em said was pretty harsh, I know ahahahahaha)
Em looked at him, half wishing his hand was still in her shoulder. Ok, so she pushed him away. Does he really care, though? they hadn't even met before he asked her to the dance, and he didn't even ask directly. How could Em think that he liked her for her? Attitude and all. Em sighed and waled into the tack room to oil her saddle.











