god help the outcasts

Warm? Have you seen the costumes we wear? 

Yes, but it's got to be warmer inside then it is out here.

"Oh come on, you can’t tell me it’s not exciting!" he said in a playful tone.

"Hardly anything exciting happens in this town. There are only so many obituaries and fashion shows one can cover without going slightly mad."

"You mean you go through the entire edition before it goes to print?"

"It usually depends on Mr. F's mood. But I do enjoy it."

"Umm okay, well I was only going to return this to you, but I can wait…"

"I cannot look at anything until I've finished my coffee." Emma held up a finger as she took a sip, then set the mug down.

Tanner…um, Bradshaw.

It's... nice to meet you, I suppose, Mr. Bradshaw.

I’m always on my game, doll. You should let me take you out to prove it to ya.

"Four Diamonds it is…" Rob said offering Emma his arm.

Emma took his arm, smiling cordially. "Oh, you make it sound much more exciting than it actually is."

"It’s not like I knew when you were coming back."

"You could've asked one of the many other people working here."

"In that case, how about a drink?"

"You don't even have to ask."

"Well again, thank you." 

"Of course."

"I agree, but I feel like a terrible person for not needing to mourn."

"Don't. By what you're telling me, he doesn't seem to deserve that."