Those eyes that were usually filled with indifference showed a hint of nostalgia. Who on earth was this person thinking of?
She was curious but not that curious. Quinn smiled and said, " Stay still so I don't touch something I shouldn't." Both of them didn't realise how inappropriate this was but Leif wouldn't want anyone else to him touch him and Quinn just wanted to mess with Leif. The two were actually quite compatible.
She crouch down and pulled down his zipper. Leif's neck stiffened and it finally clicked that there was something very wrong with the scene. His nerves suddenly tingled as though anticipating something.
He had no idea what he was anticipating exactly making him a little annoyed. Quinn heaved a sigh when she saw her fifty dollar bill sticking out through the zipper.
She carefully pulled the corner of the banknote and took it out. Her brows suddenly arched as she noticed the black trunks through the gap in the zipper.
"Black... how boring," she said and Leif took a step back and pulled the zip back up. When he realised he had touched the zipper and the zipper touched the banknote his fingers froze. Quinn seemed to realise what the problem was and reassured him. "It didn't touch your zipper I swear.
She was telling the truth but who would believe her? She once told him that she didn't drink from his bottle but it turns out she did and told him after he had already drunk from it.
He rushed over to the sink his hand seeming like it had a million ants crawling up his fingers to his wrist and it was about to spread to the rest of his body.
His hands remained face up underneath the soap dispenser but nothing came out. He then realised the problem. Unlike in his office, this soap dispenser didn't have a sensor. It couldn't dispense soap automatically.
He had to press the button and boy, that was literary asking him to kill himself. He turned to look at Quinn as though saying help me.
"Are you serious?" she said with her hand on her waist before continuing, "I say, Mr Carnell, are you looking for a wife or a babysitter?"
"Is there a difference?" he said and Quinn fought off the urge to abandon him.
"*Sigh... I want a bonus," she said out of frustration as he clicked the button Leif was so afraid to touch. Lucky for him, the tap was automated otherwise she would have to open it for him.
She watched him carefully scrub his hands like he was about to perform surgery. After he was done rinsing she thought they could leave but he put his hand under the soap dispenser again.
Quinn, "..."
"You should see someone about this," she said and he replied,
"I am," sounding a little aggrieved or maybe it was just Quinn's imagination. After round three of scrubbing his hands, Quinn couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed his arm and pulled him out but Leif struggled.
"You... don't touch. Wash your hands first," he said and Quinn arched her lips in a mischievous grin. She raised her index finger and asked, "You mean this finger," before moving it to her lips.
Leif almost gagged recalling how she had touched the banknote and the soap dispenser.
"That's disgusting," he said and Quinn laughed. She took her place at the sink and just put liquid soap and rubbed it perfunctorily before rinsing her hands. She was already drunk at this point but she could still stand. In other words, she was a functional drunkard.
"Is that even called washing your hands? That's not how you do it," he said and she pouted her lips slightly while complaining,
"Then you show me." Leif's brow creased slightly unable to believe that she was pouting. He had never seen her pout before and found it very funny.
He stood beside her demonstrating with his hands how to wash properly but he was working with an uncooperative student.
She looked at him pitifully and said, "Why can't you just help me? I helped you too."
Leif sighed as he held her hands and helped her wash but it was a little hard helping her at this angle.
He seemed not to mind touching her hands because he was thinking there were under the tap washing with soap so any germs on her hand would be washed away. But what he overlooked was the way his body would react to any skin contact.
Quinn on the other hand let him wash her hands and showed a slight smile. She found messing with Leif very amusing. This president was so aloof and always wore a face like someone owed him billions but he was also gullible making him an easy target for Quinn.
After washing her hands the cleanest they had ever been Quinn thanked him and said, "Can I touch you now?"
Leif, "..."
"Just open the door," he said and Quinn who wanted to pinch his face a couple of times felt at a loss. She was about to touch the door handle when he glared at her like she was about to commit a deadly sin.
"You touch that door with your hand and I will scrub them for them till you have no skin left."
"F*ck, you would really do it, won't you?" said Quinn and she walked back to get a tissue paper from the dispenser.
"How many people do you think had sex in this bathroom? Ten? Thirty? There must be the remnants on the ceiling and the bathroom walls," she said intentionally disgusting him on purpose.
As expected Leif didn't react to that well. He urged her to open the door quickly. He had never really thought about it before. His innocent self was in awe.
"People do that? Why? Don't they have bedrooms?" he said almost wishing he could kick the door open and get out. He would obviously pay for it later and even compensate the owner.
Quinn chuckled softly and said, "For the thrill of almost getting caught and maybe they can't wait anymore."