She walked out of the washroom, and all he could do was stare, trying to read her expression. But her face gave away nothing—it was utterly blank. What was he supposed to make of that? Was she happy? He highly doubted it. Was she angry, sad, or confused? Nope. Nothing. Just a perfect poker face.
"Are you okay?" he ventured cautiously.
She looked at him, her lips curling into a sarcastic smirk. "What could possibly happen to me after peeing?" she replied, her tone dripping with mockery.
He winced. Okay, so sarcasm was her coping mechanism. Noted.
Still, he pressed on, his nerves barely holding. "Is it… good news?"
