She sat on the sofa with the ashtray in her hands, waiting for him. In the interim, she called Maya, repeatedly asking about Agente's situation and if there were any unusual happenings at home. She feared that Jonathan might stall her here and send someone to take Agente away. Maya, puzzled by her anxiety, only replied, "Everything's normal at home, and Agente's already asleep."
Clarisse scratched her head. Was she overreacting? "Oh, I might not come home tonight. Don't wait up for me, just get some rest." Maybe tonight she'd end up in a brawl with him and wind up at the station.
Maya chuckled, "Jonathan already called me from the party and explained. It's rare for you two, so enjoy yourselves. No need to worry about home!" Clarisse felt embarrassed; she understood Maya's implication perfectly. Maya hung up without saying more.
