The running water and faded humming sound from the bathroom meant Orva was either showering or giving herself a little pep talk, mostly it was like producing a drama thing. Consecutive pep talk in the bathroom was like a rehab, a time for encouragement to display or lash out her emotions.
It was already fifteen minutes and Sinclair was getting tired of thinking while waiting for Orva to come out. "Who knows when that woman would be out of there?" He grumbled. To buy some time, Sinclair got up from the mattress and did some cleaning around her apartment, he didn't have to but there wasn't anything else he could have done with his idle time. Just after he arranged and cleared the clothes, he made the bed, did the dishes, sorted out everything and suddenly paused to think.
