[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

Jess shrank back as the man strode out of the door, giving off a sick feeling of satisfaction that made her shudder. Roxy followed, storming back into the garage with a look on her face that could turn milk sour. As if nothing had happened, the anchor mentioned lunch, although her words came out in a growl.

[color=teal]"I, uh... I'm ok with whatever you want,"[/color] Jess replied as she hurriedly gathered up the scattered papers. Roxy's presence muted the stray emotions that had been creeping in, but her seething anger replaced them.

For a moment, the empath was silent, her question catching in her throat. Roxy was less than likely to want to talk about this, and even if she did, Jess knew she'd probably have no idea what to say or do... but it might be best for both of their sakes if she at least hinted what was going on.

[color=teal]"If you don't mind saying,"[/color] she finally said in a near-whisper, [color=teal]"who was that?"[/color]