As Emma bid the nurse and her unconscious bestie goodbye, she headed straight for the assembly hall, where the assembly would start in the next five minutes.
As she sat down on one of the hall's designated seats, someone sat beside her.
Deep in thought, Emma didn't notice his presence, that is, until he cleared his throat.
"Ahem," James said as he tried to grab her attention.
Emma faced him, her eyes widened as she tried to avert his gaze, trying to prevent him from seeing her scarlet cheeks.
Her whole dream flashed in her mind again, and she could feel her body starting to tremble.
When she opened her mouth to say something, she found her words stuck in her throat.
James, who was confused by Emma's particularly weird behaviour tilted his head in confusion.
"Emma, are you alright?" He asked, his dulcet and masculine voice quiet enough for others not to hear, with the exception of Emma.
