I smile at the imagined conversation in my head. But I’m jolted out of the fantasy when someone knocks hard against the door.
“Occupied,” I cry back, grabbing my clothes in a hurry. “Give me a minute.”
I dress in record time, shrug into my discarded sweater, and wrench open the bathroom door. The woman with the fur coat who was scowling at me earlier is now standing in front of me. The moment she sees me, her lips turn up in a knowing smile.
“I’m sorry for the, uh, delay,” I say in what is quite possibly history’s worst lie.
“Oh, honey,” she croons, her eyes flitting towards Aleks. “I don’t blame you. If I were twenty years younger…”
Welp, that escalated quickly. I have precisely nothing to say back. Flushing with embarrassment, I lower my eyes and head towards my seat next to Aleks.
