Marcus looked at me impatiently. "Just go. I'm not gonna do anything to you. This is the best room to talk because this washroom is soundproof."
Oh.
Since when did washrooms became soundproof? And more importantly— why? I shook the unnecessary idea away and followed him inside. To be honest, it was a weird experience. Now, I realized how painfully awkward it must've been when I asked him to come with me in the girl's washroom.
Marcus locked the door behind him while I sat on the toilet. The soundproof half bathroom's space was enough to be a bedroom!
"Listen carefully. I'll do the talking first," he said.
"Who knows what nonsense you'll blurt out if you do all the talking?" I added.
"Just trust me on this, okay?"
I chewed my bottom lip, unsure if this was the best way to go around t
