I realized I have no chance left but to invade the male's comfort room and do my business there. I'm sure that there's a toilet bowl there unless the designer planned that men would only do pee and nothing else.
I hoped for the best and pulled every courage left in my brain.
Acting neutrally as much as possible, I entered the men's CR without any hesitation. There were no crowds or anything, but I was shocked to see a familiar back. I mean, I know that he's a male, to be exact, there's no way I'm going to see another female here. I realized that it's even more shocking for me to be there and not the other way around.
Panic had stricken me again when I realized how awkward it is for an acquainted person to find me trying to do business in a man's CR. I tried to turn my back away from the man doing his business on the urinals section, but I couldn't do it; the more I move, the more I wanted to do business.
