Chapter Twenty-Five
For seconds on end we stare at each other. Me from my seat on the closed toilet, him looming a few inches away from me, his back up against the door. Both of us seeming stunned to find ourselves here together in a cramped restaurant bathroom.
Finally, I ask him the most logical question. “Holt, what you are doing in here?”
His expression becomes incensed. “What am I doing here?” he asks me. “What are you doing here?”
“Is it not obvious? I’m on a date just like you!” I reply, coming to my feet. “I may not be able to pay for everyone’s meals and shut the place down for privacy…but it is a date. Plain and simple.”
“You think I’m on a date?” he hisses back, practically sneering the question at me. “That’s nothing more than a photo op! Something I’m doing for work. Whic
