She rushed inside while a waiter rushed out. Dustpan and brush in hand. Don't let clientele clean up broken glass. Good way to get sued. Clientele was clumsy. Personnel was insured. The restroom was in the back of the place. Single stall, but a roomy affair. Unisex. Empty, thank god. She ran in, closed the door and crashed down on the seat. The sounds from inside the place being muffled by the door and drowned out by the noise of blood pumping trough her neck and cheeks and ears. She felt like throwing up. Still needed to wee. It would have to wait for a minute longer.
It was going to be a romantic encounter. I swear that was the plan.
Now we're in the bathroom having a little panic attack. I don't know wtf happened.
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