“Oh, and If you’re going alone with Hippie Girl’s lackey, I should really keep an eye on you,” Kathy sneered. She jerked her head to look at him.
“Um, I can hear you.” Emmitt folded his arms.
“Good, you and her are both awful people.”
Emmitt didn’t respond. His face was unreadable.
Jioni had never seen Emmitt frown that long before; she looked at Kathy, who also frowned with her hands on her hips; those two really didn’t like each other, but Jioni liked them both, she opened her mouth ready to ask what happened, but as tensions grew high, Jioni could only let out a sigh in replacement for words. Best to not stir the pot further.
“If we are all going to be a team, can we try to get along, at least for me?” Jioni asked.
Emmitt initially didn’t say anything but made the first step toward Kathy—He dragged himself forward, his face stern.
“Yeah, ok,” Emmitt added.
Kathy loosened up her stance and exhaled from her nose. “Whatever, but there’s no guarantee.”
Jioni smiled. She then pulled from her satchel the letter she received from Brandon. “Here, Kat, take a look at this.”
