“This is killing me. We can’t stay in here all night. Go to the toilet again. Go on,” I tell Katie.
“I’ve been three times already in the last hour and each time it was rammed,” replies Katie. “Why is it so busy in here? It’s normally quiet and civilised.”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s payday or something. Come on, Katie. Do it for Scott.”
“If I go again, people are going to think I have a urine infection or something.” She frowns.
“Do you think I’d get away with going again?” I ask.
“I don’t think so. If Scott spotted you the last four times, like you suspect. We should just let nature take its course. He’s still over there, so he must be doing something right.”
“We think he’s still over there,” I clarify. “He could have gone anywhere in the last three minutes.”
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