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Emmersyn: Not sure how to take that question. I’m a person too, you know. Just because I live in New York and we only have texted a few times, it doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings or problems.
Caleb: I didn’t mean . . . Sorry.
Emmersyn: It’s okay. People usually assume a lot about me without even taking the time to get to know me.
Caleb: So what’s your crossroad or dilemma situation?
Emmersyn: College.
Caleb: You don’t know which one to choose?
Emmersyn: I wish it were that simple. My grandfather died, and we can’t afford the tuition. There might be a way I can finance it, or I could just work and save until I can pay for it.
Caleb: Go with the choice where you can finance it.
Emmersyn: Yeah, but it involves doing something that doesn’t exactly sit well with me. I’d need help from someone specific—what if they say no?
Caleb: What are we talking about here? Some Ocean’s Eleven-style heist?
Emmersyn: Nope. Great conspiracy theory though.
Caleb: I have a few more, assuming you’re up to no good.
Emmersyn: It’s for a good cause. If I do that, it could benefit many more, not just my college tuition.
Caleb: Then do it. I’m sure you’ll find the right person.
Emmersyn: Let me gather the courage to ask for help.
Caleb: Good luck, I believe in you.
Chapter Fourteen
Emmersyn: I heard you’re coming back to the East Coast next week.
Caleb: I heard that you and my sister went to a party, which is a little strange since we were texting that night while you were on the rooftop or was it the balcony of your grandparents’ penthouse. Either way, we were stargazing, but you also were partying . . . How did you manage?
Emmersyn: I’m that amazing, obviously.
Caleb: Obviously. Have I convinced you that moving to San Diego is a better option yet? We have greatcolleges too—and I’m here.
Emmersyn: Nope. My grandmother is in New York. You . . . You’re fun, but what would I do while you’re busy working? You can’t keep up with me, Cal. I’m a pretty busy person.
Caleb: Is she back in NYC? I thought she was on her grief vacation until further notice.
Emmersyn: She cut it short since I’m causing a lot of problems.
Caleb: Like heading to Boston to party with my sister.
Emmersyn: Sure, let’s go with that.
Caleb: Is your grandmother really back?
Emmersyn: Yep. She got wind that I’m planning to defer this year and wants to talk some sense into me.
Caleb: So you’re making a mistake according to her, huh? You can always just do the heist thing we discussed . . . Well, you never told me what you need to do, but go for it.
Emmersyn: Yeah, which is why your timing is perfect.
