Debbie walks out of the bathroom

Debbie, unaware of the device's powers, finally pushed open the restroom door and stepped out, ready to face the annoying woman who had knocked so furiously... only to be met with a scene she hadn’t expected...

The redhead was crouched on the tiled floor, face buried in her hands as the mess beneath her grew. Around them, a small crowd of onlookers had gathered, their whispers sharp with judgment and a few clear expressions of disgust. A mall security guard was already making his way toward the scene, his pace quick and determined.

Debbie’s eyes flickered between the redhead and the onlookers. For a fleeting moment, doubt gnawed at her — "Was that my fault? Did I really take too long?" - But the thought vanished quickly, replaced by a thin veil of detachment. She pursed her lips, her expression hardening just a little as she turned away from the commotion.

Whistling softly under her breath, as if none of it had happened, Debbie strode past the crowd and out of the bathroom. Ahead of her, the mall’s bright atrium beckoned, and there, waiting with a warm smile and open arms, was her boyfriend — a welcome distraction from the messy scene she was leaving behind.