You haven’t thought that far ahead

Getting up you make your way quickly away from the table before Mark has a chance to even think about saying another word, knowing if he does you may just die of boredom.

Making your way towards the small corridor that leads to the toilets, you look over at the bar, and see that Andy is not in sight. You walk down the corridor that separates the pub from the toilets, and push open the toilet door, more than pleased that unlike in many other pubs and clubs on a Friday night, here there is no queue. In fact, as you enter, you realise there is in fact nobody at all there.

Going first to the large mirror, you check your make up and hair, pleased to see that you still look as good as when you left home, then picking the middle of the three cubicles, step inside and lock the door, thinking you may as well make use of being here.

As you sit on the toilet, you hear the outside door open and close, and light footsteps cross the floor.