Bree looked to Ali and got an idea. Of Will liked her, but thought she was bottled up, there was a way to fix it. "Ali, you have one of your hair combs in your purse, can I have it?" Bree was going to see if his words were true or not. She adjusted her bra and just showed a tiny bit of cleavage.<br/><br/>"Ok, here's the plan, I'm going to sit at a table by myself," she said as she pulled her hair up with the comb. "If he really wants me, he'll come to me right? Isn't that what you do, make them chase you? Bottled up my ass. Thanks Ali." It was a hairbrained idea, but if he wanted to apologize, he was going to have to come to her.<br/><br/>Bree left the rest room and sat at a table waiting to see what Will would do.