He was late. And not the excusable five minutes late. He was thirty fucking minutes late. She had been ready ten whole minutes before they were supposed to leave. She and Jo had cleaned up their fruity mess and had girl talk while picking out what to wear and hair straighting. And she had a lot of hair. Everything was perfect on this side, so what the hell was up with him?
The thing about Jack was that he wasn't so good with hiding things, so yes, his face looked as bad as he felt. Not only that, but he had flowers. Flowers, if he'd been on time, would be sweet, but flowers after he was this late? They said 'I did something really fucking stupid and I need to apologize for it'. She watched him as he rushed off to the bathroom, trying not to glare. It was obvious something happened.
"Where were you?" she asked, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, arms crossed and trying not to sound too accusatory. He at least deserved a chance to explain himself.