Emma had her face hidden behind her empty bowl, not daring to look at the person who had approached her. They were going to make her work again, and she didn't want to. She wanted home. At the sound of her name, she slowly lowered the bowl. She just barely saw him before the bowl clattered as it hit the table. Three yellow eyes, pink hair...how many people look like this?Take slid in the empty seat in front of Emma, placing his bowl down on the table carelessly as he narrowed his eyes at her. It was almost like he was glaring with hatred, but it was just his face observing her features. Blair’s words repeating in his mind:
‘She's got dark blonde hair and like...green and blue eyes.’
Of course Take didn’t realize his appearance could possibly scare or make the girl uncomfortable by how rugged and thug-like he appeared. Like those shady guys that are up to no good and are contemplating whether to rob you or not; and his roughly cut up hair definitely added to the angst.
“You’re Emma.. right?” he asked hoarsely.
"Yes," she answered quickly, her eyes wide. If it really was him, maybe Blair was there, too. Maybe she really was going to get out of there. "You're him. You're the guy on Aunt Blair's phone." Hope sparked inside her. "Is she here too? Are we going to get out?"