Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-02-20 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery, jazz |
Second floor corridor, Thomas and Jazz
Right beside the door numbered 229 was a big beautiful bouquet of long deep red roses leaning against the wall. Leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the corridor was Thomas Avery, dressed in a characteristic black and silver suit. He had been there for about fifteen minutes, several times almost knocking on Jazz's door but then resorting to pacing up and down nervously, making frustrated sighs and groans. What the hell could he say? How on Earth could he ever fix this? His darling bonita would be utterly stupid to take him back after all he had done but... he could live with an utterly stupid Estrella, as long as she really did accept his apology. But what if she didn't?
In his mind he was preparing a speech of some sort to explain and apologise and beg and crawl, but nothing seemed good enough. Even I wouldn't take myself back, Jesus Christ, he thought to himself and continued pacing back and forth along the corridor.