LUCIA
I step into the ladies’ room, my breath catching in my chest as I mentally replay the moments spent in Gabriel’s intoxicating presence. The mere thought of him sends a surge of heat through my body, leaving me yearning for more.
In an attempt to calm my racing heart, I splash cool water onto my flushed face, carefully touching up my makeup, paying extra attention to my lips. Seeking solace, I retreat into one of the bathroom stalls, and as expected —the sound of hushed voices of a group of women fills the air. Their words confirm my deepest fear of Gabriel.
“That man gets hotter and sexier each passing minute. Did you see him?” Said one of the voices while the other one replies,
“How can Ziegermman be so fine? It must be a sin.” I agree with her.
“I don’t know but I will gladly
