Ethan seemed to get a bit down for a moment, but recovered and turned his attention back to his locker. Emily couldn't really think of any way to help, so she just stood by for a few seconds before becoming distracted by a new voice. There was Stacy herself, heading towards them and saying that Miles had told her that Emily had said something or other. Emily was confused for only the briefest of moments; Miles had clearly used her to lure Stacy over for Ethan's sake.
This wasn't a thing Emily minded. Stacy was on cheer squad with her, while at the same time being less connected to Miles. If it looked like Emily was trying to set her up for Prom, it would probably go over a lot better than with Miles cast in the role of matchmaker. On the other hand, Ethan would know the truth, that his teammate had looked out for him. It was an elegant solution overall. Now, the ball was in Ethan's court, and Emily's job was to get out of the way. She didn't want to add any pressure here. If things didn't work out, it would be bad enough for Ethan that she and Miles knew everything. No need to stand around and watch it fall apart too.
"Hey, Stacy," Emily said. Then she let a little frown cross her face, dug her cell phone out of her purse, and glanced at it.
"Shoot," she said. "I lost track of time. I need to get going here. I'll catch up with you guys later. Sorry to run, Stacy. Nice chatting with you, Ethan."
That done, Emily made sure she had her things, then headed out of the student center.
She'd almost forgotten the project that had brought her there in the first place.
((Emily Nakoa continued in C is for Cookie