EMILY’S POV
It was difficult for me to believe that Larkin and Hannah were just friends as I observed them. They were so emotionally connected, with tears welling up in their eyes, that it appeared as if they were long-separated lovers who had finally found each other. It took them a while to let go of each other's embrace. I felt a pang of jealousy as Larkin seemed to have forgotten about my presence and seemed to be lost in his own world with Hannah.
Hannah was truly stunning with her blue eyes, hourglass figure, and captivating smile. I guessed that she was around Larkin's age, which would make her five years older than me—I just turned nineteen this year. She was dressed in an elegant office-style suit, a white silk spaghetti strap blouse paired with a black blazer that rolled up to
