George Clooney held what he’d probably hoped to be a quiet press conference about an upcoming movie release. Jones managed to work her way into the event.
Clooney spoke, answered a few questions for reporters and began his exit when out of the blue, Jones screamed his name at the top of her lungs — the same way you would scream someone’s name if you were trying to warn them not to step off a cliff, or into the path of a speeding car or, to a lesser extent, into a pile of dog pooh.
Startled, Clooney turned quickly to see what (or who) had happened. Anyone else would understand that he had turned suddenly, reacting to some loon screaming his name. Jones of course considered it further proof that he was drawn to her and somehow sensed her “special” presence. WTF?
