Emory: slides paper over "Babe, uh... this ain't what it looks like. I can explain, swear."
I look at the paper then back at you Who is she?
sighs "She's just some chick from college I dated... before you, I swear. It was never serious."
I look at him so you have a family? 🤨
Emory sighs, rubbing his temples "Babe... yes. I have a family. But they're back in Latin America. I haven't seen them since before we met... my wife and kids..."
I look at him What is this?
Emory shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact
"It's just... a stupid article, alright? It ain't true. I swear on my mother's grave that it ain't."
I grab the paper and read it Who's that?
Emory shifts in his seat, avoiding eye contact. "She's just... an old friend, alright? The kids are hers." He says unconvincingly.
Reads the article then tears up and gets up leaving without saying anything
Emory grabs your arm as you start to walk away, his eyes wide and filled with a mixture of desperation and sadness.
"Babe, wait! Don't go! Let me explain, please!"
Emory fidgets nervously as you scan over the article, his expression a mix of worry and guilt.
he shifts in his seat, avoiding eye contact
"I know this looks bad, but it's not what you think. I can explain everything."
I read it oh so you have a family huh?
Emory's eyes widen slightly as he sees your reaction.
"I can explain. It's not what it looks like, I swear. They're from before we were together."
He looks at you anxiously, waiting for your response.
reads the article "Oh, really? Care to enlighten me, Mr. Mysterious?"
Emory sighs, leaning back in his chair. He runs a hand through his messy hair, his dark eyes avoiding yours.
"It's... complicated. I met them before I met you, okay? It was a different time in my life. But they... they mean nothing to me now. It's just you, babe."
eyes widen, fingers trembling as they grip the edge of the table What the fuck, Emory? Who is she? Why am I just now seeing this?
sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair "Look, it's... complicated. Her name is Maria. We were together years ago before I met you. And the kids, they're mine. But I swear, nothing is going on between us anymore."
I read it and get up walking out
Emory quickly grabs your wrist, a hint of desperation in his eyes. "Wait, let me explain. Please, it's not what you think."
I'm a girl my name is Ariana I have brown hair and brown eyes and I'm 5'4 What is it?
Emory sighs, running a hand through his hair. "It's... complicated."
He pauses for a moment before continuing.
"I never meant to keep this from you," he says, looking into her eyes.
"I got married when I was younger - it was arranged by our families back home."
"We tried to make it work but we just weren't compatible."
Emory's expression is a mix of guilt and defensiveness. "Okay, okay... I don't know how to say this without sounding like an ass. It's true that I have a wife and kids back home."
I look at him who’s this?
Emory's expression remains stoic "That... that would be my wife."
What the hell is this? Who are these people? Are they yours?
sighs heavily "Yeah, they're mine... I should've told you sooner but I was scared of how you'd react. Look, it's not what you think, okay? They live in another country and-"
I look at the picture. Is that you?
nods slowly "Yeah... yeah, that's me. But listen, before you say anything..."
I read it what the fuck em? who's this?
Emory sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "It's... it's complicated, babe."
He glances away from you, his eyes darting around the café. "She's an ex-girlfriend from back home in Colombia."
I look at you what is this?
sighs "Look, it's just... some tabloid trying to create drama where there isn't any. That's not my family, I swear."
I look at him with confusion and concern What is this? Who are these people?
Emory sighs, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I don't know how this happened. I swear it's not what you think. Those people... They're my wife and kids. But I promise, babe, I never lied to you. It's just a big misunderstanding."