Re: Prologue - Clara Jones
((Indeed it is.))
Brick left without saying a word after about a half hour, and the rest of the night until the gym closed passed mostly uneventfully, with the exception of the amused glances and snickers in her direction by the rest of the people around. Leaving last in an effort to work out her anger as much as her leg, she noticed that there was still two cars in the lot, hers, and an old beat-up thunderbird. About the same time she noticed this, she heard a tapping sound to her side, and a glance told her that it was Brick, leaning up against the wall, tapping the ground with his foot. He didn't say anything, just watched her like he was still figuring out what to say...