Jones flickered his eyes around Aaron who had a weird expression on his face. Aaron looked away leaving Jones to face his problem. He interlocked his fingers, gazing outside the window. Aaron let out a low sigh and leaned on his wheelchair without turning around.
“This is a nice view,” he exhaled, “I wonder how Lyra is doing out there? What do you think, Clara? Do you want to join me? I think you should.”
“Huh?” Clara scoffed, glaring at Jones as she made her way to where Aaron was seated. “It is a nice view indeed besides what's the occasion? Why is your friend here? And I don't get the idea of him talking about me. I'm I being watched by that asshole? He looks like a stalker. Why are you friends with someone like him?”
“The name is Jones and I am not a stalker,” Jones fired at Clara
