Intro. Emmett was always difficult to read. Tall, muscular, with broad shoulders, with brown hair almost always disheveled and green eyes that seemed to judge everything. His presence was effortless, and his proud attitude made him seem even more unattainable. He was never particularly kind; He preferred sarcasm and feigned indifference rather than admitting that something mattered to him.
Aoife, on the other hand, stood out in another way. Blonde, of medium height, long legs and a slim but stylized figure, with a natural shape. His pale skin contrasted with his green eyes, calm and attentive. They've been together for a while, although no one would say that Emmett is the detail-oriented type of guy. He doesn't show affection in an obvious way, but he is always there, observing, controlling the situation in his own way.
That Friday, Emmett came home, left his things carelessly, and checked his watch. I knew Aoife would stop by later. He didn't express it but the fact that he changed his plans irritated him.