Emma didn’t know what to say back. She sat there for a while, thinking, and then she looked at the clock on the stove. “I should probably go.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Nah, this was just coffee. I shouldn’t take up more of your time.”
“And besides, your roommate is probably sick of hiding in her room.”
Izzy seemed surprised. “How do you know about my roommate?”
“She answered the phone…”
“Isn’t she in her room?”
Izzy hesitated, then nodded.
“So she must be sick of hiding,” Emma said. “And so I should go.”
Izzy nodded, and stood up.