As Toby turned a corner, he hit a dead end.
No restroom in sight.
Panic set in, and his face flushed crimson as the realization hit - he'd been tricked.
"That little..." he grumbled, but there was no time to finish the thought. The urge to relieve himself was becoming unbearable.
Just when he thought he couldn't hold it any longer, he spotted a door hidden in a shadowy nook.
Without a second thought, he pushed it open, driven by desperation. A wave of relief washed over him when he saw a row of stalls.
Without hesitation, he dashed into the nearest one, slamming the door behind him.
Finally, sweet salvation.
As he sat there, catching his breath, a sense of calm took over. He leaned against the cool tile wall, grateful to have narrowly avoided disaster.
For a moment, everything was peaceful—no pounding heart, no racing thoughts—just the blissful silence of victory.
