The table. The very mention of wretched thing made him flinch. He didn't know if the memory would ever NOT make him flinch. Watching Kobe die was definitely at the top of his "Never. Ever. Again." list.
Sighing, Jonas became more sheepish. Gods! How could he manage to say what he wanted without sounding like a huge prat?
"Um," he nervously murmured. "The day of the earthquake?" He lifted his eyes to hers. "That wasn't the first time I've noticed you."
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