There was a song playing, but Clark wasn't listening. He was thinking instead of listening. He was writing on a notebook, trying to think of ideas to make up to Johanna. But all the ideas he had were absolutely terrible.

Buy her something?

He scratched that one. He didn't know what he would even buy for her.

Apologize again?

It needs waiting.

Take her somewhere and talk?

Clark shook his head, crumbling the paper. It seemed like there was nothing to do to make up for his mistakes. He couldn't go to her and say anything because of what she said. So how could he do anything?

An idea came to his head. He couldn't go to her, so he wouldn't go to her. Soon he was writing on a piece of paper, trying to make every word sincere and kind.

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