Iris screamed her lungs out when she saw the man, staring at her in the mirror. She stopped screaming when she realized that the man in the mirror just stared at her and was not doing or saying anything.
The alcohol in her system suddenly cleared up and she sobered up. She snapped her head and confirmed her hunch. The man was indeed standing behind her, unmoving.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" She asked, looking at the bathroom door and saw the sign at the door, telling her that she was inside the right bathroom. This man was the one who was mistaken because he was inside the women's toilet.
"I was making sure that you're fine."
Iris furrowed her eyebrows with the reasoning of the man. She noticed that his eyes were gray with a streak of green in his irises which was very strange coloring.
"Why would you care if I'm fine or not?"
"What do you think of me? We danced and I like you. Of course, I'd care."
