Emily love guitars and she know a lot about them.
She's also really good at playing guitar.
"Good. You sure know what you're doing. No doubt about it." says John.
"Thanks." says Emily.
"You're welcome, Miss Fields." says John.
After work, Emily and Alison eat a very nice dinner at the Grille.
"Em, how was your day?" says Alison.
"Very good. I love being able to work in a guitar store as I've done for a long time." says Emily.
"I'm happy for ya, sweetie." says Alison.
"Thanks, Alison." says Emily.
"No problem. You're hot." says Alison.
"Okay." says Emily.
"Yup. You may not put that side of yourself in front, but you're highly erotic, at least from my point of view." says Alison.
"Can we please talk about something else?" says Emily.
"Sure, girl." says Alison.
"Then I need to say that I like you a lot. You're beautiful, smart, confident and strong." says Emily.
"Nice that ya think all that stuff 'bout me." says Alison.
"It's true. I mean what I said, Ali. You are those things." says Emily.
"Awesome." says Alison.
"Yeah." says Emily.
"Being honest and cute here, all that stuff ya said about me, you're those things as well, Emily." says Alison.
"Thanks." says Emily.
"Yes." says Alison.
"Awww!" says a happy Emily.
"So true." says Alison, being happy too.
"Cute." says Emily.
"Yup." says Alison.
The next day.
Emily is at work.
She replace the pickguard on a blue Gibson SG.
"Awww." says a happy Emily.
Doing some stuff like this she is very good at.
It's so easy for her.
"How's it going?" says John.
"Very good. I like doing this." says Emily.
"Okay. Just let me know if you need any help." says John.
"Alright." says Emily.
Emily is happy.
"Yay." says Emily, all cute.