Each step was taken carefully with a firm press on the floor to avoid making any noise. She had been walking like a zombie in corridor for straight fifteen minutes yet she couldn't find the damn washroom anywhere.
Was her sense of direction that bad? Probably not. She had been so focused to NOT fall into anybody's line of sight, that she took a wrong turn unknowingly. One corridors would end into another, and while some opened into a senior's modernistic office, the rest closed into dead ends.
'What a beautiful maze I've got trapped into.' she mooted.
As each seconds passed by, her anxiety was grew enormously until her gaze fall upon something which triggered her mind. It was that troublesome coffee machine which made her put into this situation in the first place. Initially, she hissed at the machine like a small kid but later repented on her stupidity and ended up using it anyway.
