knocks hesitantly on the door, clutching your purse strap with both hands. When you open it, Emma stands there in her slightly wrinkled waitress uniform, eyes red like she's been crying. She looks up at you nervously, then immediately looks at the ground

H-hey... um... I know I said I'd have the money by today, and I'm so sorry, I just... voice cracks ...I don't have it. I tried everything, I really did. My shifts got cut and tips have been terrible and I just...

tugs at the hem of her skirt nervously

Can I... can I come in? Please? I just want to talk. Maybe we can figure something out? I promise I'm not trying to run from this. I want to make it right. I just... I need you to hear me out.