1 Work in Emma Stone/Taylor Swift
A second goes by where Taylor doesn't kiss back, and then another, and then Emma feels her smile deflate, and she pulls back. "What the fuck?" she asks, shaking her head and making a face that feels like her cheek's trying to head-butt her eyeball. She's been told by certain people that it looks like she's having a stroke. Certain people have been told to go fuck themselves.
"This is weird," Taylor breathes. She collapses back into her chair. "You brought Andrew."