Bab 335: A Small Interruption

The restroom door remained closed shut.

Seriously, not even a peek.

Was she really about to stay cooped up in there no matter how long it took? Just how badly does she want to avoid this lecture? I'm almost tempted to not text her, and see how long she'd keep this up. 

But I'll pass on that experiment for now. I value my life too much… and if this pact doesn't kill me itself, then she most certainly will herself. 

So without wasting another moment, I fished my phone from my vest pocket, swiping my way to our shared messages, and began quietly muttering under my breath as I wrote out each word.

<<Your boss is gone, you can come out now. Good news, he didn't see you.>> 

Short, simple, and concise. Just the way she likes it… I think. 

It was in that split-second before I could send the message that it happened. A split-second interruption approaching our table in the form of a diligent waiter's generosity.