Ellen pushed open the door of the restroom, feeling much lighter. As she approached the sinks, she noticed Aubrey standing there, in front of the mirror, touching up her makeup.
Aubrey didn't seem to notice her at first, or maybe she just didn't care. Ellen took a spot one sink over, turning on the faucet and washing her hands. She pumped some soap into her palm, the soft foam spreading under the warm water.
Suddenly, Aubrey spoke. "You know," she began, dabbing at her lips with a tissue, "something good happened to me."
Ellen glanced over, her hands still working under the running water. "Oh?" she said. "What happened?"
Aubrey lips curled into a slow, slightly smug smile. She turned slightly, meeting Ellen's eyes in the mirror as she slid her makeup bag closed. "Mason contacted me," she replied. "He asked me to meet him tomorrow."
