Emma looked around at the supermarket carpark, and the orange sky, and greenish lights, and at all the passing shoppers, hurrying home, ignoring her and Izzy as they walked past.
“I’m sorry too,” she said after a moment. “I’m really sorry.”
“I am. I shouldn’t have encouraged you.”
“You didn’t,” Izzy said. “And it doesn’t matter if you did. I shouldn’t have kissed you. Not without making sure.”