It was the most nerve-racking encounter she'd ever had and what was worse-- she had no reason for it to be.

The door to the bathroom never looked so daunting, its path making her pass right by his table. She'd never needed to use the restroom beforehand, but now-- today of all days-- her body chose to forsake her in this time of urgent need of control.

Had she none?

Her face felt hot and her cheeks looked like the massacre of a pair of cherries, but she did it.

She walked by him without making noticeable eye contact.