Rochelle POV
I hear him before he is even out of the washroom. My senses are alert. He closes the washroom door behind him quietly. I wait for him to speak. He comes and stand beside me. I could sense his gaze on me.
He clears his throat loudly “I am sorry, I upset you with my comment when you were just trying to have fun.” He continues after a little silence. “Even if it was at my expense.” He states.
I let out a chuckle “That to… took you by sur… surprise. You had no… not expe…. expected that.”
“What had you made that liquid of?” he asks me.
Giving him a small smile, I say “It was some water, shampoo and rose syrup”
“Whose idea was it?” he asks me after that. By the way he was asking the question, it looked like he knew who was behind the plan.
“Natalie” I say, even though I alre
