Emma missed the nod, her eyes on the warming cream. She didn't want it to scorch; what other reason could she have for not risking even glancing eye contact when talking about this guy she didn't even know? Oh, right. Guilt, possibly misplaced, but still felt. Concern. Just to name a couple.

"He's here," she told Sunny in a rush, before hesitating over the rest, "And, um, I feel like he could use a friend? Or at least a familiar face who actually knows him."