Mark climbed out of the trunk, shook his head, and said, "I didn't think I was ever going to get your attention. And, I knew if I heard Elvis croon one more time, I was going to vomit. Are you locked in a time warp or something?"
Janna put her hands on her hips and stared at him. "Let me see if I'm understanding this picture. Somehow, you snuck into my trunk, scared me half to death with your pounding, and then you have the nerve to criticize my choice of music? What is it with you, anyway? And... what are you doing in my trunk?"
Leaning against the back of the car, Mark folded his arms across his chest and grinned at her. "Did you know that you blush when you get angry? And your eyes flash like emeralds."
"Oh, stuff it up your ear. What are you doing here? How, and why, did you get in my trunk?"
Mark stood up straight and walked up to her, placing his hand on her arm. "I became suspicious when you were asking about Ann. And, I was afraid you were about to get into trouble, so... I followed you."
"You followed me!" Janna jerked away from him and stomped off, furious at him and at herself for not noticing.
"I was worried about you," he said, following close behind her. "You don't know what she's become. I told you she and I had had a falling out... I didn't tell you what about."