The women's washroom door swung open, and Sara stepped out, she brushed a strand of hair from her face as she whistled a tune, humming along to the music drifting through the mall, her smirk, her body still tingling from the heated sex with me in the cubicle.
She rounded a corner, nearly colliding with Aeri, who stood just outside the washroom, her cream sweater soft under the lights, her jeans and white sneakers very opposite to Sara's bold outfit.
"Woah, that scared me!" Sara exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest, her boots skidding slightly as she stopped short, her smirk faltering for a split second.
"I should say that, you idiot," Aeri said, her voice laced with worry, her brows furrowed, her hands clutching her phone tightly. "Where were you? What took you so long?" Her eyes searched Sara's face, her concern genuine.
Sara laughed, a nervous edge to it, her hand waving dismissively as a bead of sweat glistened on her temple.
