A girl from work

"Just a minute..." I said, looking around the tiny bathroom. There was only an air hand dryer. Maybe I could wrap myself in toilet paper and call it a costume? This wasn't gong well...

"Karla? Is that you?" Crap! That was Cindy from work!

"Oh hey Cindy..." She was always dressing kinda slutty... maybe she would understand...

"Um, is everything okay? You've been in there a while..." She didn't seem to be going away...

"Oh, it's just, um..." Should I tell her? I'd have to tell her. What would she do?