REINA

We paid, laughed our way out of the counter, and headed toward the restrooms before leaving. Tessa needed to fix her lipstick; I just needed to pee.

As we reached the corridor, Tessa suddenly stopped short.

“Wait! Dammit, I left my purse at the counter!”

I sighed, half amused. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Go ahead, I’ll be right back,” she said, spinning on her heel. "Go on in, don't wait for me or you're going to pee on yourself."

“Okay.” I pushed open the restroom door and stepped inside.

The air was cool and smelled faintly of different kinds of feminine perfumes. A few stalls, a long counter, one woman washing...