Inside the car, Dylan sat in the front seat, his hands folded as he drifted deep into thought, occasionally stealing glances at Nathan and Emily.
Then Nathan broke the silence. "Honestly, Dylan, I'm sure Emily will understand if you choose to come with me alone. Of course, we can always catch up some other time."
Dylan turned to look at Emily, then back at Nathan. "That's not really the issue," he said slowly. "I don't keep malice like that, so I'm not particularly bothered about her. It's not my head she'll be sitting on."
"Okay…" Nathan said, nodding slightly. "So, what are you bothered about?"
"If she's your childhood friend, studying the same course as you, why can't you just use her as your excuse to go practice?" Dylan asked.
His thoughts drifted back to earlier—right in front of the studio, when Nathan had spotted Emily.
"Of course I know her. She's my childhood friend."
