As Zack lathered his hair with shampoo, he couldn't help but count the number of people entering. 'Four,' he guessed to himself.
Following the shampoo's instructions as usual, he let it sit and moved on to washing other parts of his body. As he scrubbed down his arms and armpits, he noticed that the group was coming closer.
He could hear their conversation earlier, but Zack chose to tune them out and focus on washing up. Now that they were this close, tuning them out was basically impossible.
"Not to mention that one guy. You could literally see the heat waves coming off of him!"
The man's voice was distinct in its slight raspiness, but it was soon cut off by the mechanical whirring of several lockers opening up around the same time.
"Yeah, I overheard someone call him Jack," said someone else, with a much softer voice.
