I popped my head up as the doorbell rang. Emma and Luke rushed to answer it, Emma the first one to reach it. She flipped her hair over the shoulder as she swung open the door. A woman with wavy/curly blonde hair and brownish-blueish eyes stood on the other side. She wore a red leather jacket that I could probably never pull off. She was breathing hard.
"Can I help you?" I asked, wiping my hands on Bertram next to me and taking Emma's place by the door.
The woman smiled. "Hi," she said. "My son and I just got here from Boston, and we haven't been able to find a place to stay. Do you have any clue where we could find a hotel or something?" Just then a boy about Luke's age appeared next to the woman.
"Mom! I found a place— Oh, um, hi," he said. "I'm Henry."
"Henry, hold on a second," the woman said. She looked back up. "Sorry. But, do you? And, I'm Emma," she said. I smiled again.
"Um, you can stay with us!" Emma blurted out. I pinched her elbow slightly, still smiling. Emma and Henry both grinned, so, how could I say no?