As Claire's figure disappeared through the restaurant doors, Emma turned back to Chris, who was staring after her, his expression unreadable.
She let out a slow breath, trying to make sense of what just happened. No matter how hard she tried to understand what was happening, it still couldn't.
"Chris," she said cautiously, leaning forward. "You're joking, right? About liking her? You can't be serious, are you?" she asked again even though Chris had already answered that.
Chris's eyes flicked back to hers, calm and steady. "Emma, have you ever known me to joke about something like this?"
Emma blinked, stunned by the sincerity in his voice. "But you just met her yesterday! How can you possibly know you… like her? You can't be saying something like that out loud if you're not sure," she said worriedly.
