Jojo had been out for quite some time.
Long enough for Kiara to finish off a bottle of beer, and for Tiara Stone and Jenny Bailey to climb out of the water, and he still hadn't come back.
Jenny Bailey's cheeks were flushed, elated by those plans she plotted with Tiara Stone in the water.
The comic series based on her and Jojo as prototypes filled Jenny Bailey with immense anticipation.
Just thinking about it seemed so romantic, the best thing she could imagine, the perfect way to capture this hard-won affection in images, to look back on when they were old and be filled with happy memories, she supposed.
Finally, Jojo arrived, fashionably late.
With one hand in his pocket, he looked as casual as usual, rakish, but somehow, sunglasses had appeared on his nose, giving him a cool air.
Tiara Stone gave Jenny Bailey an encouraging look: go for it, girl, I believe in you!
