Emily hurried to catch up with Callan as he walked briskly toward the elevator.
"Cal, wait!" she called out, her voice soft and breathless.
He slowed down when he heard her voice and turned his head slightly. When she reached him, she was breathing lightly from the quick steps. "Callan," she said, "what are you doing? Where are you going?"
He stopped and turned fully to her. His blue eyes looked tired. "Home. Why?"
Her brows knit together. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked. "You said you were going to drop me off. Did you forget?"
"But you didn't want me to, remember?" He retorted.
She raised a brow. "Did you forget that you told my dad you would?" she asked. "But if you've changed your mind, it's fine. I can take a cab. You don't have to worry," she said with a shrug and started to walk past him.
He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Fine. Wait. I'll take you home," he said finally, his voice lower now.
