“Okay. Right, okay.”
She pushed his shoulder, making him stumble in the direction Vista had gone. Easy to forget how strong she is. “Now go.”
Hell yes.
He ran.
Definitely don’t get the sense I’m forgiven, there.
Yet Victoria focused on helping to set things right between Clocky and the other person he upset, no matter how much it hurt her.
He checked two empty rooms and made one nervous check of the women’s bathroom before he found Vista halfway down the stairwell at the rear of the building.
Good to know Clocky has enough sense to check there, in spite of the awkwardness of entering.
(Which, by the way, is bullshit. Gendered bathrooms are bullshit. There’s literally no good reason to have them that I’m aware of.)
She had one leg up on a higher stair than the other, her hands clasped around her knee. She turned her head partway, acknowledging that someone was there, then wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her costume.
It’s gonna be hard to approach her if she doesn’t want to be approached.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke to her back.
“You’re a jerk.”
Good start, opening with that. If you didn’t, you’d risk suddenly being far away from her.
“I am. I’m the worst jerk.”
Heh. Yeah, sometimes it can be good to go along like this.
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