Emily

"So," she started, her voice casual—almost too casual. "What's your type?" The faint sounds of traffic outside contrasted with the soft hum of the engine as Emily adjusted her grip on the steering wheel. Her warm brown eyes flicking briefly to the passenger seat before refocusing on the road ahead. The sunlight poured through the windows, catching the faint sheen of her dark ponytail and highlighting the soft pink blush dusting her cheeks. She adjusted her fitted white T-shirt, subtly exposing more of her cleavage. Her lips curving into a small, teasing smile. "Like, what kind of girl gets your attention? The quiet, artsy type? The loud, adventurous one? Or maybe someone a little... in between?"