“You alright? We noticed you earlier. Are you not feeling well?” Two women approached me. They had worried expressions, but I could hardly hear them anymore because I was covering and holding my hands on my dress to press the thing that was tinkling in my vagina.

I removed my right hand and raised it to them and seemed to be saying I was just fine, and they had nothing to worry about. I wanted them to leave because I was afraid they might hear the thing jingling inside my underwear. I glanced at Adams' door. Furthermore, I couldn’t see him because a folded curtain covered his glass window.

“Are...