Part 7: The Symbol

I drive on my way to work with thoughts of Clayton running in my head. Not thoughts that are romantic, though. We're far from that. But the kind of thoughts that just seems to enter your head every now and again. It seems to me that what happened last night sort of made me know him a little better. 

And I must say, he knows how to do his job well. I never would've thought about that weird symbol being a proper evidence. Now, at least, we'd have something to present to Officer Douglas later on. 

"How can I focus, seriously?" I heard Amanda said to Tin, sitting just beside her. 

"Stop it." she replied. "Just tell Officer Rankin you want to take Samara's spot and sit near him." 

I walk past them and ignore just how desperate they are about Clayton. They've been doing this for the past few weeks since he arrived here. All they talked about was how hot he looks when he pushes his hair back or when he rolls up his long sleeves before typing