Thank you so much on the reviews on the previous chapter! Im feeling more confident thanks to you guys, eheheh. Sorry for the short chapter, i really didn't have any inspiration, but i tried my best. Thanks for reading!
Ema flopped onto her sofa as exhaustion ran throughout her. Though at the time, cold wind was welcoming and soothing for her anger, it really did take a toll on her, walking through the streets like a madman and mumbling to herself. Why did I get so worked up about such a small thing? Honestly..
"Ah. I concentrated so much on my fustration and anger, I forgot that I was even hungry."
"What to eat..What to eat... " Ema pondered her possible options. Let's see.. Instant noodles. Snackoos. Tea. ...Instant noodles. Coffee. Although snackoos were her favourite food, and instant noodles was extremely easy to make, Ema only possesed a small amount of energy due to her negative march home. Well, to be honest, it was more of a march for about 5 minutes, which slowly turned into a normal paced walk. Ema slowly forgot and even if she remembered, she certainly wasn't bothered to think about the fop's and her little "tête à tête".
"Wait. Why do I keep doing that?" She slowly began to realize how often her thoughts always somehow managed to connect to Gavin in some way or another, and to be frank, it worried her deeply. The best way to get rid of this nasty habit, she decided, was to just stop altogether! "If I don't see the fop, then I don't think about him. Simple as." ..So what? ...Even if she DOES work for him, and practically sees him everyday, Ema Skye will manage some way or another. It's what a scientist does! "And that's what I am. A brilliant scientific detective!" Well...Actually. A brilliant hungry scientific detective is more like it.
After making a cup of coffee and settling down on the sofa, Ema relaxed for the second time, before suddenly remembering the ordeal earlier. "Forget, Ema, forget." Rubbing her temples and leaning back, Ema slowly began to loosen up, falling into a mellow sleep.
Besides, after what happened today, what could possibly go wrong and break her resolution?
Ema violently lunged forwards. Eyes half opened and brain muddled, she scanned her surroundings to gain some understanding of where she was. Sofa...TV.. Cup. Hmmm. This must be the living room. ... Time? Ema ducked her head, searching for her cell phone's clock. "I hate it when I wake up in a horrible mood like this. Where IS my cellphone?" The fustrated detective vigorously scratched her head in annoyance. "Ahhh. Why did I have to wake up?"
...Wait.
"Why DID I wake up in the first place?" Realisation suddenly hit her. The time! ..Oh no.
The reason why Ema woke up so violently, now revealed itself, upon staring at her cellphone screen. "15 missed calls" sort of suggests that either a) your mother wants you home immediately, or b) ...Your boss is extremely mad at you for not turning up at work. Ema was now praying that it was the former. Dammit. Damn that Klavier. Damn this job. Damn everything! Why couldn't things just go back to when she was 18, and had that sweet rosy dream of being a forensic investigator?
Ema snapped back to reality, realising that time was ticking away, and got a move on to get dressed. Before she opened the front door to her apartment, she leaned against it for a while, contemplating whether she should bring a bag of snackoos or not with her. After all.. I'm pretty sure I'll need some comfort-stress food after being lectured at by the fop.
That being decided, she quickly grabbed a bag, and dashed out of the apartment.