*Tap, tap.* The cubicle door creaked open, and Aeri stepped inside, her cream sweater soft under the lights, her jeans hugging her ass tightly, her white sneakers bright against the tiles. Her hair fell loose, framing her face, her phone clutched tightly in one hand, the silver band of her wristwatch glinting.
Her eyes were wide with worry, her cheeks faintly pink, the realization that she was in the men's washroom—not the women's—adding a flush of embarrassment to her expression.
"Ezra…" she said, her voice a hesitant whisper, her brow furrowed as she took in my calm posture, my gentlemanly smile.
"What happened? You called me out in men's washroom suddenly. Is everything okay?" Aeri asked with concern and worriness in her eyes.
"Hey, hi," I said, my smile widening, my voice light, trying to ease her tension, though my heart raced, the guilt of Sara's touch clawing at me. I leaned forward slightly, my hands still on my knees, my eyes holding hers, desperate to pull her closer.
