"What, exactly, do you want to do here?" Jaylene raised her voice a few decibels as soon as she entered the room.
"Where is the restroom?" Joseph Thompson asked impatiently.
"I asked you about the restroom." Joseph Thompson's eyes were already searching for it.
Reacting, Jaylene pointed it out with her finger, but before she could speak, Joseph had already dashed in. As soon as he closed the door, the sound of water rushing filled the room.
Jaylene's apartment was small, with no balcony. Joseph was washing up in the restroom while Jaylene had nowhere to hide. She thought about his situation and her face immediately reddened.
Soon, the restroom door was pulled open, and Joseph emerged. However, his chest was soaked, and his beige shirt clung to his body.
"Your faucet seems to be broken. When I turned it on, a huge surge of water came bursting out," he complained with a frown.
