As Whitney approached, the statue moved. She jumped, clutching her phone to her chest. Obviously this was a living person in the hallway, not a statue at all.
She apologized to the figure, laughing cautiously at her own mistake. “Sorry, I thought you weren’t real.”
The figure didn’t say a word.
Whitney didn’t quite know what to do. This person was somewhat blocking her path to the ladies’ room. “I’m just trying to get in... get in there... if I could just squeeze by you.”
She hadn’t even stepped close enough to see this person clearly. Truth be clear, she found herself intimidated by this person, even though the figure was shorter and smaller than Whitney herself. It was just such a strange thing to do, block someone’s entry to the restroom, and stand there silently when spoken
