The sounds of muffled moans filled the small, dimly lit bathroom. Olive and Lucas were locked in a heated embrace, their breaths mingling as their lips collided in a passionate rhythm. However, their moment was abruptly interrupted when the sharp crash of a flower vase echoed from the hallway.
Olive froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she broke away from Lucas. "Damn! We're in trouble. This is exactly why I said we shouldn't do this," she hissed, jumping off the sink. She hurriedly adjusted her uniform and approached the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. "You didn't even lock the door, Lucas. Are you serious right now?"
"I thought I did," Lucas replied defensively, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He followed Olive toward the door, peering out cautiously. The shattered remnants of the flower vase lay scattered across the tiled floor, but there was no one in sight.
