I pressed my palm against the partition, willing it to swallow me as Mark stared at me intently in silence. The rage on his face made my heart skip beats. I could almost hear my heart pounding as I tentatively watched him, panicked.

"You're in the ladies' restroom," I uttered helplessly. Perhaps he'd come to his senses, realize he was where he didn't belong, and leave, but he just gave me a blank look.

"I'm well aware," his voice came out low, as though he was restraining himself from lashing out.

I swallowed, my mind racing as I tried to come up with something to say to break the silence...