“That girl won’t stop staring at me,” James said to his best bud and long-time partner Richard, who groaned and mumbled, mostly to himself,
“She’s not even looking at you.”
“I mean, its been going on for like fifteen minutes,” James continued. “She just won’t stop.”
“Seriously?” Richard said, this time out loud. “You know where you are, right? Where we are? Where she is? In a lineup? Behind the glass? She can’t even see you. You do know that, right?”
“Yeah, sure,” James replied. “But still, it’s uncanny, it’s like she’s looking right through me. Like she can see my soul or something.”
“Ok, you win,” Richard said. “But come on, we got to let her go. Nobody picked her out, so we got nothing on her.”
“If we have to,” he said. “I just want her to keep on looking. Another ten minutes maybe?”
Richard sighed. He was never going to make captain with this clown weighing him down.