Floria pushed open the bathroom door, ready to leave the confines of the small room behind. But as she stepped out into the hallway, she collided with a familiar figure - Lionel.
"Ah, Floria," Lionel said, his voice dripping with condescension. "How lovely to run into you."
Floria's eyes narrowed. "Lionel. What do you want?"
Lionel chuckled, his grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I just wanted to see how you're doing. You know, after our last... encounter."
Floria's grip on her bag tightened. "I'm doing fine, thanks for asking."
Lionel took a step closer, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm glad to hear that. Though I must say, I'm a bit surprised. I thought you'd be more... shaken."
Floria's eyes flashed with anger. "What's your point, Lionel?"
Lionel shrugged. "No point, really. Just making conversation. Though I do have to say, I'm intrigued by your... spirit."
