With his lips slightly parted, he huffed and impel himself to run out of this damn bathroom. But something had been holding him still. The light in the place was unduly bright, and the serenity was suddenly too much. The walls of resistance between his wild and rational mind were cracking.
“Mr. Gay!” Her low voice had done more magics than anything could ever do. Gay! She was calling him that until now.
Heaving a deep sigh, he gradually focused on the mirror, positioned in the center of the wall. Through it, he noticed her struggling to stand up. The tub was slippery, as a result, her efforts were drowning. Stupid, she should utilize her hands. “Don't call me that.” He let out, not minding her business.
Promptly, her brain seemed to work. She finally set her hands on the faucet and the
