John opened his mouth to correct her. He knew he could do better, this was all very temporary until he completed his studies. But he didn't. Instead, he began to suspect that when the blonde woman told him he could do better, she was really just making excuses for the fact that she was probably going to get him sacked.
A feeling that was all but confirmed when she punched a hole in the wall. John cringed, but again, he didn't stop her. She was just too...
Not mad, though she probably was a little mad. Beautiful? Certainly, but John wasn't that desperate or spineless to stand up to a pretty face. No, it was something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Curious, maybe. Right now, out of the two of them, he couldn't tell who was more curious.
When she smashed the transmitter, he wondered just how sacked he was going to be.
So when she took his hand and told him to run, it seemed like very sound advice.
He wasn't all that interested in fetching shoes for people anyway.