Margarette searched all over the room, focusing particularly on the area at the rear of the space, most likely searching for her husband. Like what she did, I also did the same thing, and others who were a few seats from the rear back had noticed us glancing around, and as a domino effect, they also did the same thing themselves.

"Ugh! What is it that he does that takes him so long in the restroom?" Margarette moaned as she slouched and tilted her head ever-so-slightly backwards. She made a little bit of a mess at the sides of her head by stroking her hair.

I guessed that he needed...