The worry creased Johnny's brow when he looked up from his whiskey to look at Jo. He'd been lost in the drink for a few minutes, contemplating the little bubbles that appeared when he stirred it. He hadn't seen her come in, and Harry didn't know who she was, so he didn't say anything.
"No." he shook his head. Johnny looked up at Harry and gave a guy signal that indicated he wanted to have a private conversation. Harry nodded, a small thing that barely even existed, and picked up his bar rag to tend to a spill that wasn't there down by some other customers that also didn't exist.
Johnny didn't speak up again until he was sure that Harry was out of earshot. He wanted Jo to know the real truth of the matter, but felt the need to preserve the game.
"I think I fucked up. She went to stay somewhere else last night, and said she'd be back this morning. She didn't show up for her shift. I'm worried on a few levels here. Either she's staying away because of me, or something's happened."