Clinton and Emily are not really a match made in heaven.
These means there are four possible outcomes for this story.
1) They have actual struggles, fumbling toward some. We learn who they are beyond their surface treatments. Rainbows and Hearts, sitting in a tree. Kay eye ess ess, and all that rot.
2) They have actual struggles, fumbling toward some. We learn who they are beyond their surface treatments. Storm clouds and slow sad music. Perhaps a mime trapped in an invisible box.
3) Jeph drops the ball. It goes to a silly punchline, It is otherwise abdondoned.
4) Jeph drops the ball. Go directly to rainbows and hearts. Do not pass GO. Do not collect any plot or character development.
That's about as comprehensive as it gets.
As for subtle clues, if Jeph's doing more than comic relief, then he's doing just fine. Emily is being her normal, not quite present self, and Clinton is 20something who has never touched a boob. I've touched plenty of boob and I hardly know what to make of myself or anyone else after 1 date. Those first dates that have gone fairy tale well have always been with wildly incompatible people. Those dates that left me wondering tended to lead some place not too bad. And seemingly wildly compatible people don't find me attractive.
I'm just one guy, so I'm hardly the ur-case for humanity, but there's really nothing to see here. We don't have enough info to know what either of their motives are.
Which is, come to think of it, kinda dull.
Eh. It was enough to get me to write this comment. Good enough for governement work.