Nefretiri
"I'll be right back." I try to pull my hand away, but Ivan pulls me back.
"I'm not comfortable with you alone here." He mumbles, rubbing the inside of my wrists.
"It's the women's bathroom, and you're right out here." I remind him, rolling my eyes at the overprotectiveness he's showing.
"You look perfect." He insists. Waving him off with my free hand, I finally pry him off me, and I walk away, my backpack on my shoulder.
"You're so full of crap."
"Luke won't be interested in whether you're wearing makeup or your hair's even." He follows me to the door.
"Ivan, I'd like to make a good impression for once." I turn around and lay my palm on his chest. "I look a mess, so give me ten minutes, and I'll be right out."
"Ten?" He makes himself look terrified. "You realize that's a lifetime, right?"
