ELORA'S POV
“Elora, is that you?” The voice called out again—sharp, deep, and far too close for comfort.
Lucas turned, his body tensing slightly, and before I could even decide what to do, a familiar female voice interrupted.
“What is a gentleman doing at the entrance of a female's restroom?”
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
Mrs Anderson?
Lucas exhaled quietly. “That's Mrs Anderson’s voice,” he muttered, his tone was somewhere between amused and horrified.
We heard a shuffling sound outside before the man's voice answered. “Excuse me,” Then his footsteps retreated down the hall.
Me and Lucas exchanged a look, both of us holding back our laughter for a while. Then we stepped out to check if he's fully gone.
Mrs Anderson stood there, her brows arched high,
