After some time, Temi realized that she had been in the toilet stall for longer than ten (10) minutes and she still hadn't urinated yet...
"...Odd...!" Temi murmured as she got up to see if she had urinated or not.
When she discovered that she hadn't, she frowned a bit as she thought what could possibly have been there matter.
As she steped out of the toilet stall and headed out to wash her hands.
When she was done, she took out a towel and dried her hands with it afterwards she turned to go.
But before she left the toilet, she gave herself a look in the mirror.
She felt...somehow different and it was at the tip of her knowing, but she just couldn't put her nose on it...
But...
Was she being monitored...?
Temi frowned.
"Monitored?" She asked herself in a low tone as she dried her hands.
Scoffing, Temi continued to stare at herself in the mirror.
"If I 'was' actually being monitored, then that person peeping's a perv...I can't imagine myself doing such a disgusting thing...!" She said to herself as she disposed the tissue that she had used.
'That's why you're not that person that's monitoring you...!' A voice said in her head.
'You were created different from others...that's why you're unique in your own way...you can't be just anybody...you're yourself!' The voice told her.
Looking up at the ceiling of the plane, Temi slowly smiled.
Lowering her head back down, Temi nodded.
"That's true...Thank You Jesus...!"
Then she raised her head up again.
When she caught sight of herself in the mirror, Temi frowned.
The voice has said;
' 'That's why you're not that person that's monitoring you...!' ' Does that mean that there's actually someone peeping at her?
If yes, then from where?
After staring at herself in the mirror for a while, she thought she saw someone peeping from behind...from outside.
When Temi looked closely, the person had some kind of weapon in his hand.
'His...?' Temi thought.
"I don't even know the shape of the person's head, to first identify the gender of the person...and I just concluded that the person's a 'he'...?'
Temi chuckled to herself a little.
'Well, the gift the Lord has blessed me with, can only spontaneously tell me the truth and not false things, right...?'
Staring right at person through the mirror, Temi thought of what to do.
After some seconds of thinking, Temi slowly turned her gaze away, but didn't lose focus on the person behind her, through the mirror, and then slowly reaching out for her phone, Temi took hold of it and then swiftly turning and threw it straight right at the person.
She never misses a target, and...
Her target didn't miss...!
Before the person could use the door as a shield, the phone had made past the door to hit the person in the head.
Abandoning the door, the person made a run for it.
When Temi had thrown the phone, she had waited a bit to see of it would hit the person right where she had targeted...
The head.
And it did!
When the phone hit the person, she ran towards the door to grab a hold of the person, but the person, had dashed off.
When she finally reached the door, she grabbed the knob and pulled it to herself, making a way for her to get through.
When she looked right, no one was there..
But when she turned left, she could only see the back of the person running...
Furrowing her brows, Temi watched as the person tool a turn to the right.
The person could run, but could not hide...
Especially from Temi...
She could sniff off the person faster than he/she knew it.
Speaking of sniffing, Temi could sense something that was lingering in the air.
Taking a sniff of it, Temi sensed some scent.
The person must have been standing there for some time that his/her scent lingered with him and stayed in the air.
Temi let out a dry laugh.
If the person were smart enough, he/she should have been clever enough to realize that the scent that he/she was wearing was too strong.
But the person wasn't that smart was he now?
But wait a minute...
Temi's brows creased.
This scent...
It smelt familiar...
Narrowing her right eye, Temi stared at the direction the person had taken.
She could tell who the person was...
But she first needed evidence to confirm her guess.
Picking up her phone from the floor, she walked in the direction the person had taken.
She would need to change her seat...
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Olivia was shooked the moment she heard Ethan's deep voice call out to her.
"...Olivia? What are you doing? Why are you going through my stuffs...?"
The voice held Olivia's arm in the air as her eyes widened in...
What's the word?
Was it it shock...?
Or...?
"What's wrong with you? Why are you going through my stuff?" He asked again as he jumped out of the bed and headed for where Olivia sat.
Olivia opened her mouth but the words could not form at all as her mouth widened and shrank almost at the exact same time.
"...Uh...I...I...uh...I...!" Olivia stuttered.
"Enough of all this 'Uh I Uh' stuff...!" Ethan said as he squatted and pushed Olivia's hand away from the last drawer compartment.
Whether ot was a show that Olivia wanted to display or what, no one could guess rightly as Ethan only looked at her and eyed her slowly.
Olivia felt embarrassed, because the only thing that she had on was a towel tied around her chest region, while Ethan had his tied around his waist.
After having some fun last night, Olivia didn't know when she grabbed a towel and when Ethan grabbed his...
They were both semi-conscious.
After some few seconds, Ethan got up slowly after he had inputted a certain code into the drawer.
Olivia didn't know what it was, but shee knew that it was to prevent her from knowing what's in that last compartment.
Her heart broke.
Perhaps that's where his secret was.
Getting up slowly after he was through with his code input, Ethan headed for the bathroom.
Without turning to look back, Ethan asked in a low voice;
"How was your night? Did you sleep well...?"
Olivia felt her heart go soft when she heard Ethan ask how her night was.
When Ethan reached the bathroom, he stopped and looked back at her, as of awaiting her response.
Olivia didn't know whether she had given him a response or not, but Ethan turned away and headed into the bathroom.
Olivia frowned.
Had she answered?
If yes, how come she herself didn't realize it?
If yes, why hadn't Ethan nodded or show any sign of...response or something...?
Olivia felt slightly disappointed.
Re-adjusting herself where she sat, Olivia used her hands to hug herself as she rested her head on her right shoulder.
When Ethan came out, he didn't take notice of the dazed lady in his room as he headed straight into the walk-in closet.
When Ethan had come out of the bathroom, Olivia's eyes followed him, but her mind had been somewhere else.
She thought if her plan had been executed successfully.
If it had been executed successfully, she would have been informed about it, right?
Her mind was scattered in different places until she her name being called.
"...Olivia...?"
When she heard her name being called, Olivia turned her eyes in the direction of the voice still in the same position.
When she turned her eyes in the direction of the voice, Olivia found Ethan to be staring at her with widened eyes as held onto his phone.
When Ethan was done dressing up, he stepped out of the closet with a blue t-shirt and some loose pants.
With his hair slightly drenched, it appeared to be a little wet and silky, Olivia could only dram of touching that hair.
When he had stepped out, he thought that he would meet the room empty with Olivia in the bathroom already taking a shower.
But to his surprise, he had come out to meet her still sitting there, in an awkward position, with a pretty creepy look on her face that almost had him out of the room.
He had walked out with his phone in his hand as he ran his fingers through his hair, when he saw a figure sitting in an awkward position with it's arm wrapped around itself.
When he raised his head up, with his hand still in his hair, Ethan called;
"Olivia...?"
When she slowly turned her eyes to his direction, it gave him goosebumps.
When she finally looked at him though, he asked;
"Why are you still sitting down there? What are you thinking...?"
At first Olivia didn't know what to respond or how to respond, before slowly, she opened her mouth and said;
"When did you step out? I was waiting for you...!" Her voice was low.
Ethan's knees almost gave way.
"So you're tryna tell me that you had km idea that I had stepped outta shower...?" He asked in disbelief.
Olivia was silent for a while.
"I wouldn't say I didn't know when you had stepped outta the shower, but my mind hadn't been there...!" Olivia said.
Ethan just stared at her with his mouth slightly ajar.
After some time of silence with Ethan staring Olivia and Olivia back at Ethan, Ethan finally managed to say;
"Just jump in the shower, will you?"