Christian splashes cold water on his face, trying to shake off the haze of the evening. The noise from the club outside is distant now, muffled behind the restroom door. As he straightens up and wipes his face, he takes a deep breath, feeling a need for clarity. This wasn't the kind of night he had planned. He just wanted to blow off steam with his friends, but now, everything felt off.
Without a second thought, Christian turns to leave the restroom. As his hand reaches for the door, it swings open, and the brunette from earlier is standing there, blocking his exit. She's smirking, her eyes glinting with that same bold confidence she had when she'd been watching him from across the room.
He raises an eyebrow, his hand still on the door. "What are you doing?" He asks, his voice calm but laced with irritation. "This is the men's room."
