<div style="text-align: justify;">Bonnie's still half asleep brain didn't register right away that she was pretty much half naked, so for her, Clyde's reaction was a really strange one. Keeping her hand on the doorknob - in case her knees decided to give out again and to keep some sensation of safety -, Bonnie waited for Clyde to say something.<br/><br/>When Clyde finally found his voice and inquired after her name, Bonnie nodded. It was for the best to just let him finish before she said anything, after all. <br/><br/>Bonnie had to admit that Clyde's knowing her name made her a little restless. Her discomfort was dissipated when he mentioned Clarence, though. Of course, Clarence had given him her name and whereabouts. So that probably meant that Clyde didn't represent any immediate danger for her.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"All right"</span></span>, she finally spoke up, her voice clearer now. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I suppose we can talk"</span></span>, the young woman agreed. She didn't really know why she was accepting to have breakfast with a man she had witnessed killing two people just the day before. It was something she couldn't explain. Something in her 'clicked' with him, and that was enough.<br/><br/>When Clyde spoke about her 'getting ready' in that intonation and motioned to her appearance, Bonnie's eyes went wide. She looked down at her bare legs and turned red as a tomato. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Aight"</span></span>, she managed to say after a few seconds of pure shock. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Wait up here, I won't be long"</span></span>, she completed, practically slamming the door shut on Clyde's face.<br/><br/>Leaning against the door, Bonnie waited for her cheeks to stop burning. It wasn't like he had never seen a woman like this, right? It wasn't like any other man had never seen her with less clothing, either. Sure, it was just one in her case, and many in his, she could bet. But there wasn't much she could do now other than getting dressed and trying to forget what had happened.<br/><br/>With a deep breath, Bonnie finally pulled herself away from the door and walked up to the dresser. Picking out a pair of clean underwear, and a nice dress - so she wouldn't have to think about matching pieces -, Bonnie laid it all on her bed and walked to the bathroom.<br/><br/>Taking a quick shower, Bonnie wondered what exactly the man outside wanted with her. Maybe he just wanted to speak about Clarence, but something in Bonnie suspected, and wished, that was not all. Shaking her head, Bonnie tried to push those thoughts away and finished her shower. Drying off quickly, she got dressed in a nice dark blue with white polka dot dress. Looking in the mirror over the dresser, Bonnie made sure her hair looked right, and put just a little lipstick on to make herself look better. Splashing on some light cologne - didn't hurt to take care of herself, even if just for breakfast -, Bonnie finally considered herself ready. Slipping her feet into a pair of shoes and picking up her purse, she opened the door.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Did I take too long?"</span></span>, she asked, hoping the answer would be a 'no'.</div>