Walking through the hallway, seeing the lights in Norman's office flickering, Emma gets to the door and silently open it.

"Norman...?" she peeks in just to see a firm figure leaning against his chair. "It's late, why don't you take a rest and conti-" she stops when she notices him soundly sleeping, still holding some paper works in his hand. Emma puts the tray of snacks down, caresses his face, smiles softly. "You work really hard for the sake of us, it's time to take care of yourself." She notices how little he has changed, he maybe taller and stronger, but he's still Norman, the Norman she love so dearly. Running her hand on his face, she can feel his soft lips, his sharp jawline and his long eyelashes. She tries to hold back herself but she just can't stop the urge to touch him, to hold him, to kiss him.

Feeling a soft, warm hand touching his face, Norman slowly opens his eyes to see his childhood friend, the love of his life sitting on the desk in front of him, holding his face and leaning towards him.

"Emma?" she open her eyes hearing Norman's voice. She thought he was asleep and couldn't stop herself from kissing him. Both of them turned into a red flushes when Emma takes her hand away and gets off the table.

"T-there's something in your face, I tried to take it off..." Emma explains in such a embarrassing but cute way that Norman can't help but burst out a small 'pfft'.

"I'm telling the truth, it w-" Norman puts his finger on her lips before she can finish her sentence. He gets off the chair and lean towards her, his eyes was as blue as the ocean, the ocean that Emma could just drown herself in. He looks into her eyes "I never said I didn't believe you. I'm just wondering what were you doing in my office, in the middle of the night, wearing such" - he clears his throat - "daring clothes".

Emma looks down remembering herself wearing a night gown, it wasn't that short but also wasn't that long to entirely cover up her bare thighs. She was just going to bring him a midnight snack, but somehow end up in here, in this embarrassing situation.

"W-well I thought that you must be tired from all this...mess, so I bring you some hot milk and some cookies." She explains as she glances at the tray on his desk. Norman turns to look at the snacks she prepared for him, thinking those aren't that delicious compared to the 'snack' right in front of him... STOP IT NORMAN, HOW COULD YOU THINK OF EMMA IN SUCH WAY. He thinks to himself and his cheeks burn so hard that he feels like he could melt right now.

"Anyway, you should finish these soon and go to bed early ok?" Emma holds the glass of milk and hands it to him. Norman takes it with an akward smile, but the sweat in his hand cause the glass to fall and spill on Emma. His eyes widen "My god, Emma, forgive me, I didn't mean to" he turns to find something to clean her but there's nothing here. Emma laughs in his confusion. "Haha it's been a long time since I last saw you this sheepish, saw you as Norman." Norman blushes, his heart flustered. He looks down at her, blushes even more to see her rosy nipples behind the thin dress. Emma notices where his eyes are looking at, she feels hot inside knowing that Norman has seen her embarrassing self like this, so bare, so expose.

Not knowing what to do, Emma holds herself, covers herself and pretends like she's cold because of the wet dress. "I must go now, I'll get a cold if I stay like this" she laughs awkwardly. Norman quickly realizes how bad the situation is, he steps a side and gives Emma his coat. ".....To cover you up" he said. Emma thanks him and runs back to her room.

After taking a quick shower, Emma lays on her bed next to Gilda and let out a small sigh. "Can't sleep?" Gilda turns to her. Emma nods in agreement and turns to face her. "You were at Norman's weren't you?" Emma's face burns as Gilda giggling "And don't ask me how I know it. The only person that can make you flushed like this is Norman." Emma snuggles into her blanket, covering her red face. Gilda kisses her forehead and tucks in with her "Goodnight Emma." Emma tries to forget everything that happened before, but all she could think of is Norman's ocean eyes, his sweet scent, his warm voice and his wide shoulder. She knows there's something wrong. She loves Norman. She also loves Ray and Gilda and Don and everyone, but......there's always something else, something special about Norman. She would always look for him in their playtime, she would always be the one who worry the most when he's sick, she would always want to hold his hand, to hug him, to cuddle with him.... She doesn't know how to sort her feelings out, she doesn't know how she should feel towards Norman. Her heart beats fast whenever she thinks of him, she thinks she love him, in a different way, but she isn't sure.... Her eyes feels heavy, she's just really tired from all this confusion and emotions. Slowly, she falls into deep sleep with her heart starting to calm down.

While Emma decided to put it aside and go to bed, Norman just can't do the same.

Norman sits on his chair, thinking about Emma, his one true love. The image of her fire hair, her green emerald eyes, her sweet smile, her......pink nipples, the curves on her body he saw through the light night gown. He felt disgusting, he still doesn't know how he could think of her in such.....manners. He knows it's wrong, so wrong, but he just can't get enough of her, of her lovely face, of her soft voice.... He continues with his works, trying to get those images out of his mind.

"The construction of the new d- -Emma-, the constru- -Emma-,...." He slams on the desk, cursing at himself. Stop. Thinking. Of. Her.

Of course, there's no way he could do that and he carried on being like that until he exhausted himself.

To be continued