Chapter 5. Hiding

MICHELLE

“Nice shit…?” the huge guy finally questioned with an eyebrow raised. His voice was deep and guttural, which matched his big frame, and I had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying.

“Excuse me…?” I asked the question before my gaze moved from the water that was dripping from his dark hair to his shoulders.

“You just walked out of the stall, and you seem contented? It seems like you got a nice shit there…” he continued, his lips curving over the vowels in such a unique way that it was difficult for me to still concentrate on what he was saying.

“Are you questioning me about my… my activities in the bathroom?” I squeaked out while wincing at the extremely loud decibel.

The weird man looked at me for a moment before shaking his head in a dismissive manner and making a motion as he walked by me. I had the forethought to step back a little bit so that he could pass by without knocking me over, and his hand was holding the corner of the towe